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Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

NEW    TESTAMENT, 

And  applied  to  the 

Chriftian  State  and  Worfhip. 
BY  I.  WATTS,  D.D. 


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Luke  xxiv.  44.  All  things  muft  be  fulfilled  which 
were  written  in the  P 1  a  l  M  i  concerning  me. 

Heb.  xi.  32.     David,  Samuel,  and  the  Prophets 

Ver.  40.     That  they  without  us  mould 

not  be  made  perfect.  frj» 


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A    TABLE 

To  find  any  Pfalm  by  the  firfi  Line. 


Pag*. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,    rejoice        -  249 

Almighty    Ruler  of  the  fkies             -  25 

Amidft  thy  wrath  remember   love                 -  JP 

Among   th*  aifemblies  of  the  great             -  136 

Among  the  princes,   earthly  gods         -         -  l^i 

And   will  the  God  of  grace             -             -  136 

Are   all   the  foes  of  Zion  fools            «,        -  97 

Are    Gnners   now  fo  fenfelefs  grown           -  32 

Anfe,  my  gracious  God            -  87" 

Awake,  ye   faints,   to  praife   your  King        -  S2£ 


BEHOLD  the  lofty  fky             -  -              41 

Behoid  the  morning   fan  42 

Behold  the   love,   the    generous   love  -               07 

Behold  the   lure  foundation   ftone             -  194 

Behold   thy  waiting  fervanr,    Lo»d  -             203 

Blefs,   O   my    foul,  the   living  God  -            s6$ 

Bleft  are  the   fons  of  peace             -  -             '221'. 

•Bled  are   the   fouls  that  hear  and  know  -         144. 

Bleft  are   the  undenTd   in   heart              -  igG 

Bleft   is  the  man,   forever  bleft             -  60 

-Bleft  is  the  man,   whofe  bowels  move  -      *  77 

Bleft  is   the   man   who  ftiuns  the   place  -           13 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where   the  Lord  -              63 

CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young      6^ 

Come,   children,    learn   to   fear  the  Lord         6b 

Come,   let   our   voices  join   to  raife  -             13& 

Come,  found  his   praife   abroad             -  -           157 

Confide*  all   my   forrows,   Lord               -  2o# 

DAVID  rejoic'd  in  God   his  ftrength  -         46 

£ee£  in  oar   hearts  let  us  record  -          117 


IV  TABLE    OF     PSALMS. 

Page. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay           -  104 

Exalt  the  Lord   our  God            -            -  163 

FAR  as  thy  name   is  known              -        -  8.5 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand            -  208 

Father,  I   fing  thy  wondrous   grace        -        -  117 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they             -             -  214 

Firm  was  my   health,  my  day  was  bright  57 

Fools   in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay        -  32 

Forever  blefled  be   the  Lord             «•               -  237 

Forever  fhall  my   fong   record             -             -  142 

jVom   age  to  age  exalt  his  name            -  17B 

From  all  that   dwell    below  the  ikies        -  192 

From    deep  diftrefs  and   troubled   thoughts  219 

GIVE  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  above  178 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  17 4 

Give  thanks  to   God   moft  high                -  226 

Give  thanks  to   God,   the   fovereign  Lord  225 

Give  to   our  God  immortal  praife         -        -  228 

Give  to  the  Lord,   ye   Ions  of  fame        -  56 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays            -        *  142 

God  is  the  rc  fuge  of  his  faints         -  83 

God,   my  fupporter  and  my  hope              -  123 

Got'  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth        -  120 

Go.    of  eternal  love                -                -  177 

God  of  my  life,    look  gently  down              -  74 

God   of  my   mercy  and  my   praife             -  182 

Good   is  the  Lord,   the  heavenly  King         -  Ho 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high                -  224 

Great  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might        -  185 

Great  is  the   Lord  our   God  85 

Great  God,  attend,  while   Zion   fings         -  130 

Great  God,   how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove            -  133 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  105 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal   fway              -  121 

Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  ordei'd  frame  44 

Great   Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael        -            *  134 

HAD  not  the   Lord,  may  Ifrael  fay        -  213 

Happy  is  he   that  fears  the   Lord  187 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fons          -         -  237 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God            -  00 


TABLE    OF    PSALMS.  V 

ihc   man,  whofe  cautious   fe°t  -              14. 

Hear   me,    O   God,   nor  hide    thy  face  -         1 5  s 

Hear   what  the   Lord   in    villon  laid  -             14^. 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue   fail  -             29 

He  reigns,  the   Lord  the  Saviour   reigns  -         160 

He   that  hath  made  his  refuge   God  -          1 jo 

High  in    the   heavens,    eternal   God  -               68 

How   awful   is  thy  c battening  rod             -  130 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice   to  hear  -             211 

How  faft  their  guilt  and  fcrrows  rire  -            34. 

How  long,  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain  -            30 

How  long  wilt   thou  conceal   thy  face  -          %i 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair             -  -          137 

How   pleafant  'tis  to   fee            -              -  22a 

How  pleas'd  and   blefs'd   was   I             -  -         &12. 

How   flail   the  young  fecure   their  hearts  198 

IF   God  fucceed  not,    all  the   coft  -             216 

If  God   to   build   the    houfe  deny  -           216 

I  lift   my  foul   to  God                 -  - 

I'll   blefs  the   Lord  from  day   to  S^y  -              65 

PI  I    praife  my  Maker  with   my    breath  -         24 1 

I  love   the  Lord;  he  heard  my    cries  -             291 

I'll    fpeak   the  honours  of  my    King  -             81 

In  all   my   vaft  concerns    with  thee  -             232 

In  anger,    Lord,   rebuke  me    not             -  -           22 

In  God's  own  houfe   pronounce   his   praife  25^ 

In   Judah  God  of  old  was   kno  -               128 
Into   thine  hand,  O    God    of  t; 
1    fet    the    Lo;d   before  my   face 

ere  ambition  in   my    heart 

It  is   the    Lord  our    S                   .and  -              16^ 

I  waited  patient   for   the   Lord             -  -           7  s 
I   will  extol    thee,   Lord,  on  high 

JEHOVAH   reigns;  he  dwells    in    11 
Jelu<,    our   Lord,    afcend   thy   throne 

Je:us  fhali    re;gn    where'er    the  fun  -              12: 
Joy  to  the   world]  the   Lord   is  come 

Judge   me,  O   Lord,   and   prove   my  ways  54. 

Judges,   who  rule  the   w  ild    by   laws  £- 

1  ind   true   thy  word        ^    39 


VI  TABLE    OJ    PSALMS. 

Page. 

LET   all  the   earth  their  voices  raife  -         159 

Let  all  the  heathen   writers  join        -      -      200 
Let  children   hear  the   mighty  deeds  -  131 

Le*   every  creature  join  -  247 

Let  every  tongue   thy  goodnefs  fpeak  -        239 

L *t  God  arife  in  all  his  might  •  •      112 

Ln    God  the  Father,  and   the  Son  -  250 

Lt*t   finners   take   their  courfe  99 

Lei    Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice  -  -       167 

Let   Zion  in  her  King  rejoice  83 

Let   Zion  praife  the    mighty  God  -  243 

Long   as  I   live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  -  238 

Lord,   haft  thou   caft  the  nation  off  102 

Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord, 
Lord 
Lord, 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord 
Lord, 
Lord, 


I  am   thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove  -         37 

I  am  vile,   conceiv*d  in  fin            -  95 

I  can   fuffer   thy  rebukes            -  -         21 

I  efteem  thy  judgments   right             «  200 

if  thine    eyes  furvey   our  faults  -        149 

if  thou  doll  not  foon  appear            -  29 

I   have  made   thy  word  my  choice  20 1 

in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear  -         20 

1  will  blefs  thee   all  my   days  -          6.1 


I  would   fpread  my  fore  diftrefs            -  9a 

of  the  worlds  above             -              -  139 

thou   baft  cali'd   thy  grace  to  mind  140 

thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry         -  194 

thou  haft  fcarch'd  and  feen  me  through  230 

thou  haft   feen  my  foul  ftneere             •  39 

thou  wilt  hear  me  when   I   pray  19 

'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ft  and            -  153 

we  have  beard  thy   works  of  old  79 

what  a  feeble  piece            -            -  150 

what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I        -  124 

what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man        -  237 

what  was  man  when   made  at  firft  25 

when   I  count  thy   mercies  o'er        -  234 

when  thou   didft  afcend  on  high  113 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord            -            -  246 

Lo  !    what  a  glorious  comer-ftone             -  196 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight             -  222 

MAKER  and  fovereign  Lord            -        -  14, 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  265 


TABLE     OF    PSALMS.  Vil 

Rage. 

Mine  eyes  and  my  deGre            -  -            54 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  -               234 

My   God,  confider  my  ditlrefs        -  -          204 

My    God,   how  many  are  my  fears  -              18 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  -        101 

My  God,  my  everiafting  hope         -  •           110 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  238 

My   God,  permit  my  tongue            -  -           106 

My  God,  the   fteps   of  pious  men  -               72 

My  God,   what  inward   grief  I  feel         -  232 

My   heart  rejoices  in  thy  name             •  58 

My   never  ceafing  fong  (hall  (how  -              143 

My  refuge  is  the    God  of  love            -  -            28 

My  righteous  Judge,    my  gracious  God  2Q.5 

My  Saviour  and  my   King  •                00 

My   Saviour,    my  almighty   Friend         -  -         119 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  49 

My   fhepherd  will   fupply  my   need  -             50 

My  foul,   how    lovely    is  the  place  -             138 

My  foul  lies   cleaving  to  the  duft        -  -        207 

My  foul,    repeat  his   praife             -  -              170 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator   praife  -             172 

My  fpirit  looks   to   God  alone         -  -            log 

My   fpirit  finks  within   me,  Lord             -  -      78 

My   truft  is    in  my  heavenly  Friend  »            22 

NO  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes  -            221 

Not   to  ourfelves,  who  are   but  duft  189 

Not  to  our  names,   thou  only  juft  and  true         lgo 

Now  be   my   heart  infpir'd  to  hug  -               02 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  -                 48 

Now  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind  -         1*32 

Now  let  our  lips,  with   holy  fear         -  -           116* 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs    record  -               49 

Now  may   the  God  of  power  and  grace  45 

Now  plead  my  caufe,   almighty  God  -           62 

Now  fhall   my  folemn  vows  be    paid  -             111 

Now  to   the  great  and  facred  Three  -        2ji 

OALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord  -        192 

O  blefled  fouls  are  they            -  -             59 

O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul            -  -            270 
Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  Gv.r, 


Vlll  TABLE    OF    PSALMS.    . 

Pag<« 
O   for  a  fhout   of  fa(  red  joy  84 

O    God,  my   refuge,  bar   my  cries  -  98 

O    God   of  grace  and  rightcoufnefs  -  19 

O  God  of  mercy,    hear   my   call        -  97 

O  God,   to  whom  revenge  belongs  -  155 

O  happy  man,   whofe   foul   is   fill'd  -  217 

O  happy   nation,  where  the  Lord  -  63 

O   how  I   love   thy  holy   law  -  -  199 

O   Lord,   how   many  are  my  foes  -  18 

O   Lord,  our   heavenly  King 
O    Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
O   that   the    Lord   would  guide  my  ways 
O  that  thy  ftatutes,  every   hour 
O    thou   that  hear'ft   when   finncrs   cry 
O  thou,  whofe  grace   and  juftice  rei'gn 
O  thou,    whofe  juftice  reigns  on   high 
Our  God,    our   help   in  ages  paft 
Our  land,  O   Lord,  with  fongs   of  praife 
Out  of  the  deeps   of  long   diftrefs 
O  what  a  flilF  rebellious  houfe 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,   Lord,  for  thee 
Praife   ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 
Praife  ye  the  Lord;    my   heart  fhall  join 
Praife  ye   the   Lord;  'tis  good    to  raife 
Preferve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 

REJOICE,  ye   righteous,  in   the  Lord 
Remember,  Lord,   our  mortal  (late         * 
Return,   O  God  of  love,    return 

SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 
Save  me,  O  God,   the   fwelling  floods 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev*ry  foe 
See  what  a  living  ftone 
Shew   pity,   Lord  ;   O  Lord,    forgive 
Shine,  mighty  God,   on  this  our  land 
Sing,  all  ye   nations,   to  the  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 
Sing  to   the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 
Sing  to  the  Lord   with  joyful   voice 
Sing   to  the  Lord,  ye  dHlant  land* 
Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong 


TABJ.E    OP    PSALMS.  IX 

Page. 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay            -          -  55 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God            -            -  124 

Sweet   is  the  memory    of  thy  grace            -  239 

Sweet  is  the   work,  my  God,   my  King        -  152 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  74 

Th*  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high         -  160 

That   man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in   awe          -  185 

The  earth   forever  13  the  Lord's             -  £t 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength        -  38 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns              -            -  162 

The  God  of  glory   fends  his  fummons  forth  92 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd            -            -  250 

The   God  of  our  falvation  hears           -          -  107 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,    Lord         -  43 

The   King  of  faints,   how  fair  his  face         -  82 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now         -        -  193 

The    Lord,   how  wondrous  are   his  ways  169 

The  Lord  is  come,    the  heavens  proclaim  160 

The   Lord  Jehovah  reigns            -            -  154 

The  Lord  my  fhepherd  is             -            -  51 

The   Lord  ot  glory  is  my  light             -  55 

The    Lord  of  glory  reigns,    he  reigns  on  high  154 

The    Lord,   the  Judge,   before  his  throne  80 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,   his  churches  warns  9a 

The  Lord,    the  lbvereign   King            -           -  227 

The  Lord,   the  fove reign,  fends  his  fummons  forth  90 

The  man  is   ever  bleft  14 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee         -        -  107 

The  wonders,   Lord,   thy    love  has    wrought  77 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man             -  146 

This   is  the    day   the  Lord  hath    made           -  19^ 

This  fpacious  earth   is  all  the   Lord's          -  52 

Thou  art  my  portion,   O  my  God         -         -  198 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft        -        -  208 

Thiice   happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord  186 

Through  every   age,   eternal   God              -  147 

Thus  I  refolv'd   before  the  Lord                 -  73 

Thus   faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields          -  89 

Thus  faith  the   Lord,  your  work  is  vain          -  76 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake                 -  183 

Thus  the  great   Lord   of  earth  and  fea          .  183 

Thy  mercies  fili  the  earth,  O  Lord          -  202 


X  TABLE    OF    PSALMS. 

Pagz. 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Loxd        -  193 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord         -        -  j&> 

*Tis  by  thy  ilrength  the   mountains  (land        -  109 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice         -  129 

To   God  I  made  my    forrows  known            -  235 

To  God   the  Father,   God  the  Son        -         -  250 

To  God  the  Father's   throne            -        -  251 

To   God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft            -  ijS 

To  heaven   I  lift  my  waiting  eyes         -  210 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God            -  161 

To  thee,    before  the  dawning  light        -       -  197 

To  thee,  racft  holy,  and  mod  high           -  127 

To  thine  almighty   arm  we  owe                     •  41 

'Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God            -        -  118 

*Twas  from  thy   hand,  my  God,  I  came        -  231 

*Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night        -        •  104. 

VAIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent        -  179 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill        -        -  214 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifraei  fay             -  217 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes            -        «»  209 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes           -«               -  21© 

WE  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,   the  .good  114 

We   love  thee,    Lord,  and   we  adore  43 

'What  fhall  I   render  to  my   God        -        -  192 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  mail  riefcend        -  89 

When  God  is  ni^h  my  faith  is  ftrong        -  35 

When  God,  provok'd  with  daring   crimes  381 

When  God  reflor'd  our  captive  ftate         •  215 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name        -  21,5 

When  Ifraei,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  ha* id        -  189 

When  Ifraei  fins,  the  Lord  reproves            -  13a 

When  I  with  pleating  wonder  Hand            -  233 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin                          -  69 

When,   overwhelmed  with  grief        -             -  103 

'When  pain  and   anguifh  feize   me,   Lord         -  207 

When  the  great  Judge,  fuprcme  and  jud       -  26* 

Where   (ball   the   man  be  found         -             -  53 

Where  (hall  we  go  to   leek  and  find        •  2eo 

White  I    keep  filence,   and  conceal        -  6t 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways        -  68 

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TASLE    OF    PSALMS.  XI 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hi! I            •            -  33 

Who  wi!l  aiife  and   plead  my  right          -  I50 

Why    did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  17 

!r    did   rhe  nations  join  to  flay                 -  16 

Why  do  the  proud  inlult  the  poor                 -  88 

Why   do  the  wealthy  wicker]  hoaft             -  17 

Why  dorh  the    Lord  {land  off  To   far            -  27 

Why  doth   the  man  of  riches  grow             »  85 

Why   has  my  God  my  foul   forfook             -  47 

Why  fhould  I   vex  my  foul,  and  fret        -  jo 

Will  God  forever    caft  us  off             -             *  125 

With   all  my   powers  of  heart   and  tongue  129 

Wirh  earneft  longings  of  the   mind             -  78 

Wi:h  my   whole  heart   I'll  raife  my  fong  26 

With  my  whole  h  art  I've   fought  thy  foes  S04. 

With   reverence  let  the  faints  appear             -  343 

With  fongs    and  honours  founding    loud  213 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God        *  180 

YE  angels  round  the  throne            ■            *  2/jl 

Ye  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice        *  63 

Ye  iflands   of  the  northern  fea                -  161 

Ye  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice         •            •  163 

Ye   fervants  of  th'  almighty  King            -  188 

Ye   fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race                 -  l/; 1 

Ye  fons  of  pride,   that  hate  the  juft  87 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the   Lord            •  187 

Ye  that  obey  th*  immortal  King        •             -  £23 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join                  -                -  244, 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race            -  jr4g. 


THE 

IX 


PSALMS  OF  DAVID, 

IhflTATBD  IN   THE  LANGUAGE  OF  THE 

NEW  TESTAMENT. 


Psalm  1.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 
i  T)  LEST   is  the  man  who  ihuns  the  place 
JD  Where   Tinners  love   to  meet ; 
Who  feirs  to   tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  (coffer's   feat : 

2  Bur  in  the   Ratines  of  the  Lord 

Has  phe'd   his   chief  delight ; 
By  day   he   reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [H°,   like  a  plant   of  generous  kind, 

By   living  warers  fet, 
Safe  from  the   ftorms  and   blafting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as   the  leaf,   and  ever  fair 

Shall   his    profeflion    mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear, 

Like   clufters  on   the   vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft ; 

What  vain  deiigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hope*  arc  blown   away,  like  dujl, 
Or   chaff  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners    in  judgment  fhall   not  Hand 

Amongft  the  fons  of  grace. 
When  Chriir  the  Judge   at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his   faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  % 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked   ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  t9  the  gates  of  hell. 


14  P3ALM   I. 

Psalm  1.     Short  Metre.     [#] 

The  faint   happy,  the  [inner  vujerabU. 

*      TPHK   man  is   ever   blcft 

A-    Who  (buns'   the  Tinners'  ways, 
Amongft    their  councils   never  fiands> 
Nor  takes  the   i corner's  place  ; 
fl      But  makes   the  Jaw  of  God 
Hi*  Rudy  and    delight, 
Amidfl   the    labours  of  the  day 
And   watches   of  the  night. 

3  He,   like    a  tree,   Dial]    ihrive. 
With  waters   near  the  root  : 

Frefh  as   the  \t?.i  his  name   mall  live  ; 
His   works  are  heavenly   fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race ; 
They  no   fuch  bleflings  find  ; 

Their   hopes  (hall   flee  like  empty  chaff- 
Before   the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  (land 
Before   that  judgment   feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at   Ch rift's  right  hand 
In  full  alTembiy  meet  ? 

6  He   knows  and  he   approves 
The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 

But  finners   and  their  works   (hall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

Psaim  1.     Long  Metre.     [«] 

The  difference  between   the   righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  T  TAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious   feet 
XJl  Shun   the   broad  way  which   finners  go 
Who  hates  the  place  where   arheifts   meet. 
And  fears  to  talk  as  feoffors  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ   his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  »hc  Lord; 
And  (pends  the  wakeful  hours  oi  night 
With   pleatuie,  poiid'iinj;  o'er  bis  v.^.u 

3  He,  like  a  plant,   by  gentle  dreams, 
Shall   flourim   in  immortal   ^rrrr.  ; 

And  heaven  will  (hine  villi  kit...        -  t 
Ou  cverj 


Psalm  2. 15 

nd  their  council*   cro!>'d  : 

hetore   the   Ifnifjcfl  flies. 
So  Ih.iii  their   hbpn  be   h  Kofi, 

^n    the   Jail  trumpet  (hakes  the   ikies. 

<eeks  to   Oand 
In  j 

-nand, 
Dividei  kirn  kj  a  different  p  i 

ay  my  faints  have   trod  ; 

"  1  hietl   the   p  i;n  ; 

4i  But  y  e   ihe  crooked  roac1, 

u  And  down  Jt    leads  to   endlels  pain*" 

PsALU  2.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Tranilated   according    to  the  divine   pattern. 
Acts  iv.  «4,  &c. 

r.y-ring. 

1  [A  /TAKER  and   fovercign  Lord 

1VX  Ol   heaven,    and  earth,  and  feas, 

Thy   piovirience  con-firms  thy   word, 
Ana  aniwers   thy  decrees. 

2  The   things   fo    long  foretold 
By   Davitf,   are  fulfil  I'd, 

When  Jews   and   Gentile/,   join  to  flay 
J'jlu",   thine  hoiy   child.] 

3  Why   did   the  Gentiles  t??~% 
And  Jews,    with   one  accord. 

Bend   ail    their  counfcls    to  deftroj 
Th'    Anointed   of  the    L< 

4  R  k*Bf9>  agree 
To  form  a   vain 

Agauifl   the  Lorn  then 

nrift   they  join. 

5  The   Lord  derides  I 
And  will    foppan  h: 

-lie    who   harh    rais'd    him   fror,:- 
Hath  own'd   him  for  his   S 

P.\  D 

.r:cnd-d   h  g 

rth  : 
"■    of  his  b 


16 Psalm  2. 

7  He  afks,   and  God   bellows 
A  large   inheritance ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remotefl  end$ 
His  kingdom  fhall  advance. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 
Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  J 

He'll  vindicate   thofe   honours  well 
Which  he    receiv'd   from   God. 

9  [Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 
And  worfhip  at  his  throne; 

With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 

Then  bletted   is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

Psalm  2.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

l  XI  7HY  did   the   nations  join   to  flay 
VV     The  Lord's  anointed  Son? 
Why   did  they  caft  his   laws  away^ 
And  tread  his  gofpel   down  ? 

-2  The  Lord,  who  fits  above  the  fkies, 
Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyej, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  "I  call  him  my  eternal    Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead ; 

"I  make  my  holy   hill  his  throne, 

"  And  wide   his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"The  utmoft   heathen  lands: 

"Thy  rod   of  iron   fhall   deflroy 

"The  rebel  who  withftands." 

$  Be  wife,  ye  rulers   of  the  earth, 
Obey    th'   anointed   Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And   tremble  at   his   word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs   his   throne  s 
For,  if  he  frown,   ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 


Psalm  2. I? 

Psalm  2.     Long  Metre.     [fc>] 

Ckrx  .    end  afcmfion. 

1  T  \  THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their   rage  ? 

V  V     The    Romans,    why   their   fwords  employ  ? 
Againft  the  Lord   their   powers   engage, 
His  dear   Anointed  to  deftroy. 

2  "  Come,    let  us   break  his  bands,"  they  fey, 
44  This   man  {hall    never    give   us   laws;" 
And  thus  they  ciu\  his  yoke    away, 

And   nail'd  the   Monarch   to   the  crofs. 

3  But   God,   who  hi^h   in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at   their  pride,  their  rage   controls  j 
He'll   vex  their  hearts  with  inward    pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder   to  their  fouls. 

4  "I   will   maintain  the   King   I   made, 
"On  Zion's  everlafting  bill; 

"My    hand   flial  irn  from  the  deftd* 

"And  he   {ball   Band   your  Sovereign  fli'.. 
^  [His  wondrous  riling  from   the   earth 
cs  h:>  eterc  >wn  ; 

The  Lord   declares  his  heavenly4'  bir.h, 
u  This  day    have   I    begot   my  Son. 

| ht   hand  ; 
u  There   thou  {halt   afk,   and  I  bsflow 
"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen    land  : 
"To   thee   the  north-  hall  bow."j 

7  But   nations  that  refill  his  gr 

1    fall   beneath   his  iron  (troke ; 

enrfh  his  foes   with  eafe, 
As  potters  ear  k    is  broke. 

Pa  u 

8  Xow  ye   who  fit  on   earthly  thrones, 
Be   Wile,    anu  ierve  the  Lord   the    Lai 

>w    at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at   his   name. 

h  humble  love  addreis  the   Son, 
Lei  he  grow  angry,    and   ye   di 

wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
:  provoke  his  jea!< 
rms  fhall  drive    . 
He    is  a  God,   and   ye   but  dud  : 
Hippy  the  foul 

ike  his   gract   their  on 

B    2 


18     Psalm  S. 

Psalm  3.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Doubts  and  fears  fubprejjcd',  or,  God  our  defiticefrom 
fin  and  Satan. 

1  TV  yTY  God,   how  many  are  my   fears ! 
1VA  How   fad  my  foes  increale ! 
Coufpiring   my  eternal    death, 

They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The   lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

There's   no  relief  in  heaven; 
And  all    my  fwelling  fins   appear 
Too   big  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on   the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt   filence  all  my  threatening  guilt. 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a   lift'ning  ear; 
\  call'd  my  Father   and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd   my  fear. 

5  He  {bed   foft   {lumbers  on   mine  eye?, 

In  fpite  of  all   my  foes ; 
I  'woke,   and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Which  guarded  my  repofe.J 

6  What  though   the  hofts  of  death  and  helj 

All  arrh'd  againft  me   flood  ! 
Terrors  no  more    fhall    fhake   my  foul ; 
My   refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I    thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth. 
And  death  has   loft   his  (ling. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs; 

His  arm  alone  can   lave  : 
Blcflings   attend  thy  people   here, 
And   reach    beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm  3.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.    i — 5.      A  morning  ffalm. 
X  (~\   LORD,   how  many  are   my   foes,  • 

V^/  In  this  weak  (late  of  flefh  and  blood! 

My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 

But  my  defence  and   hope  is  God. 
£  Tii'd   with    the    burdens  of  the  day-. 

To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 


Psalm  4. 19 

Thou  heard'ft   when  I  began  to  pray, 
And   thine  almighty  help  was   nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid, 

I   laid  me  down    and  flept   fecure  : 

Not   death  mould  make  my   heart   afraid, 

Though  I   mould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  futtain'd  me   all  the  night ; 
Salvation   doth  to  God  belong; 

He  rais'd  my   head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praife   my  morning  fong. 


Psalm  4.     Long    Metre,     [b] 

Ver.  l,  2,  3.  5,  6,  7.     Hearing  of  praytr ;  or,  God  cur 

portion,  and  Chrijl  our  hope. 
1  ~/~\   GOD  of  grace   and  righteoufnefs, 

V^  Hear  and  attend  when   I   complain  ; 

Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 

Bow  down   a  gracious  ear  again. 
9  Ye  fons  of  men,   in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  my  g-ory  into  fhame  ; 

How    long   will   Icoffers   love  to  lie, 

And   dare   reproach   my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know    that  the   Lord  divides   his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide; 
He   hears   the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift   who  dy'd. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have   done 
A   thoufand  works   of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  trufl  in  God  alone, 
And  glory   in  his  pard'ning   grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
Who  will  b'JIcw  fome  earthly  good? 

Lord,    thy  light   and    love  we   pray; 
Our  fouls  defire   this  heavenly   food. 

6  Then  fhal]    my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace   and  favour   fo  divine; 
Nor   will   I   change   my  happy  choice 
For   all   their  corn  and   all   their  wine- 

Psalm  4.    Common  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  3,  4,  5,  8.    An  evening  pfalm. 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray; 
I  am  forever  thine ; 


20 Psalm  5, 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the    day, 
Nor  would   I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary   head, 

From  cares   and   bufmefs   free, 
'Tis   fweet  convcrGon  on  my  bed 
With   my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay   this  evening  facrifice ; 

And  when  my   work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my   faith  and  hope  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 
^  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give   mine  eyes  to  fleep; 
Thy   hand  in  fafety   keeps  my  days, 

And  will   my  (lumbers  keep. 

Psalm  5.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  T    ORD,  in  the  morning   thou  (halt  hear, 
-Lj  My  voice   afcending   high  ; 

To  thee  will   I   direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Chrifr.  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefentmg  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  longs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,   before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  fhall  nor  ftand  : 
Sinners  fhall   ne'er   be  thy    delight, 
Nor    dwell  at.  thy   right   hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To   tafte   thy   mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worihip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy   Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways   of  righteoufnefs  S 
Make  every  path  of  duty  tlraight 
And  plain  before  my   face. 

Pause. 

6  My   watchful   enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aflray ; 
They  flatter   with  a  bafc   defign 
To  make  my   foul  their  prey. 


Psalm  6.  21 

7  Lord,   crufh  the  ferpent   in   the  duft 

And  all  his  plots    deftroy  ; 
While  thofe,  who  in  thy  mercy  tru!!, 
Forever  (hout  tor  joy. 

8  The   men,   who  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall   lee  their  hopes  fulnlTd  ; 
The  mighty  God   will   compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  {hidd. 

Psalm  6.      Common  Metre.     [^] 

Complaint  in  jtckne/s  ;   or,  difzafts  healtd, 

1  TX  a'nger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  nor, 
-i-  Withdraw  the  drezdful  ftorm  ; 
Nor  let  thy   fury  grow   fo  hot 

Againft   a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul's   bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

fiefh  with  pain  opprefs*d  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to   my   tear;, 
My  teare  forbid   my  reft. 

J  Sorrow  and  pain   wear  out  my  days; 
I   walls  the  night  with  cries, 
Counting  the  minutes   as   they  pafs, 
Till  the   flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

Mine  eyes  confum'd  with  grief  ? 
How   long,  my   God,   how  long   before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief? 

5  He   hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak  ; 

He  pities  all  our  groans ; 
He   faves   us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his   fovereign  word 

Reftores   our   fainting   breath  \ 
But  filent  graves  praife   not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  ?ie  known  in   death. 

Psalm  6.      Long  Metre,      [b] 

Temptations  in  ftcknefs  overcome. 
1  T    OR1),  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes 
-Lrf  Wiicn  thou  with  kindiiefs  doft  chailife  ; 
But  ihy  fierce   wrath  I  cannot  bear ; 
O  let  it  not  again  ft  me  rife  \ 


22 Psalm  7-  

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate. 

And   eafe    the*  forrows  which    I  feci ; 
The  wounds   •Sine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

0  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal! 
*g  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  d?ys 

In  fighs  and  groans;  and  when  'tis  night, 

My   bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears; 

My   grief  confumes  and   dims  my  figh*. 
4  Look  how  the   powers  of  nature  mourn ! 

How   long,   almighty  God,  how  long  ? 

When  (hall   thine  hour   or  grace  return  ? 

When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 
$  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are   tempted  to  defpair  : 

But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 

For  aU   is  dud  and  filence  there. 
6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul  ; 

And  all   defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 

My  God,   who  hears  my  bumble  moan. 

Will   eafe  my  flefh,   and  cheer  my  heart. 

Psalm  7.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

God's  care  of  his  people,  and  punijhment  of  perfecutofu 
l  lV/fY  truft  is  in   my  heavenly  Friend, 
JLVJL  My  hope   in  thee,   my  God ; 
Rile,   and  my  helplefs  life   defend 
From  thole  who  feek  my  blood* 
2.  With  infolence  and  fury   they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry   lions  rend   the   prey. 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provokM  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my   life  to  dufl, 
And  lay  mine   honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy   piercing   eyes; 

1  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

£  Arife,  my  God,   lift  thy  hand, 
Their  pride  and  power  control ; 
Awake  to  judgment,    and  command 
deliverance  for  my  foul. 


Psalm  8, 23 

Pause. 

6  [Let   Tinners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled    to   the   duft  : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the   heart  he  tries  the  reigns, 

Ke  will  defend  th*  upright : 
Kis   {hary>e{l  arrows  he  ordains 
Againil  the   ions  of  fpite. 
.8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd   a  pit, 
But   there   themfelves  are  cait; 
My   God  makes  all   their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own   heads  at  laft.J 
9  That  cruel,  persecuting  race 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake,   my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juitice  of  the   Lord. 

Psalm  8.     Short  Metre.     [>] 

Cod's  Sovereignty  and  goodnefs,  and  man's    dominie* 

Ovtr  the  creatures, 
%      /^\   LOR.D,    our  heavenly   King 
V^/  Thy  name  is  all   divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpiead, 
And  o'er  the   heavens  they  (hine  ; 

2  When  to  thy  works   on  high 
I  raifc  my  wond'ring  eyes, 

And   lee  the  moon  complete   in  light 
Adorn  the  darkfonie  fkies  : 

3  When  I  furvey  the  liars, 
And  all   their  mining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing-, 
A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  I 

4  I  ord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That   thou   fiiouldft  love  him  fo! 

Next  to  thine    angels  is   he  plac'd. 

And  lord  of  ill  below. 

Thine   honours  crown  his  head, 

While   beads   like  (laves  obey, 
And  birds  tint  cut  the  air  with  wings, 

And   filn  that  cleave   the  fea. 

How  rich  thy   bounties  are  ! 
. 


24 Psalm  8. 

Of  dud  and  worms   thy   power  can   frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [Out   of  the  mouths  of  babes 
And  fucklings,   thou   canft  draw 

Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  ftrike  the  world  with   awe. 

8  O   Lord,   our   heavenly  King, 
Thy   name  is  all   divine  ; 

Thy  glories   round  the  earth  are   fpreari;, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine.] 

Psalm  8.    Common  Metre.     [>] 

ChrijVs  condcfcenfion  and  glorification  ;  or,    God  n 

man. 
i  /^\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  gre*i 
V-/   Is  thine   exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy   heavenly  (late 
Let  men  and   babes1  proclaim. 

g  When    1    behold  thy  works   on  high, 
The  moon,   which  rules  the  night, 
And  liars,  that   well  adorn    the  fky, 
Thole  moving  worlds  of  light ; 

3  Lord,  what  is   man,  or  all    his  race, 

Who  dwells   Co  far   below, 
That   thou  fhouldft   vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo! 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fliould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  lave  a  dying  worm! 

5  fYet   while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men   would  not  adore, 

IV  obedient  feas  and    fifhes  own 

His   Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The   waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet; 

And  hill,  at  his   command, 
Bring   their  large  ffroals.  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute    to  his   hand. 

7  Thefe  lefTer  glories  of  th*   Son 

Shone  through   the  llefhly  cloud; 
Now   we  behold   hiui    on  his  throne, 
And  iuei4  «$fefr  bim  Cod.] 


Psalm  8.  25 

i .    , .. ■  ■ — __ — 

8  Let  him  be   crown'd  with   majefty 

Who   bow'd  his  head   to   death  ; 

And  be    his  honours   founded  high, 

By   all    things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how   wondrous  great 

Is   thine   exalted  name  ; 
The  glories  of  thy   heavenly  ftate 

L^r  the    whole  .earth   proclaim.        

Psalm  8.     \Jl  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ver    l,  2,  paraphraied. 
The  hofanna  of  the  children ;  or,  infants  praifing  God. 
i     A  LM1GHTY  Ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

l\  Through  the  wide   earth  thy  name  is  fpread  ; 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heavens  thy   hands   have  made. 

2  To   thee   the  voices  of  the  young 
A    monument  of  honour   raife; 
And  babes,  with   uninflnicled  tongue, 
Declare    the  wonders  of  thy   praife. 

3  Thy  power  aflifts  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud   rebels  to  the  ground; 
To  ftill  the  bold   blafphemer's   rage, 
And  all   their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To   fee   their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  Son  of  David   is  their   fong, 
And   young  hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The   frowning  fcribes  and   angry  priefls 
Tn   vain  their   impious  cavils  bring; 
Revenge  fits  fiient  in  their  breafu, 
While  Jewilh  babes  proclaim  their   King. 

Psalm  8.     2d  Part.       Long   Metre.     [&j 

Ver.  3,    &c.  paraphraled, 
Adam  and  Chn/l,  lords  of  tfie  eld   and  new  creation. 
i  T    ORD,  what  was  man  when    made  at  firft. ! 

-*-i  Adam,  the  offspring   of  the   duR  1 

That  thou   fhouldft  fet  him  and  his  race 

But  juft  below  an  angel's  place! 
2  That  thou  (houldft  raife   his  nature  fo, 

And  make  him  lord  of  all   below  ; 

Make  every  beaft   and  birr. 

Aad   lay  the  fiQns   at  his    : 
c 


2& Psalm  9. 

3  Hut    O!    what   brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown   the   Second    Adam's    ftate  ! 
What    honours  (hall  thy    Son  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to   be  born  ! 

4  See  him   below  his  angels   made  ! 
See  him  in   duft  among   the    dead, 
To   fave   a  ruin'd   world  from  iin ; 
But    he  (hall   reign  with   power  divine! 

£  The  world  to  come,   redeem'd  from  all 

The  miferies  which  attend  the   fall 
,    New  made,    and  glorious,    (hall   lubmit 
t    At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

Psalm  9.     \Jt  Part.  Common  Metre.    [*] 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment  feat. 
1  TX7*ITH.  ni'y  whole  heart   I'll  raife  my  fong, 
VV      Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou,  fovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put   my  foes  to  fhame. 
£  I'll   fing  thy  majefty   and   grace ; 
My  God   prepares   his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 
o  Then  {hall  the   Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all   the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 
To  fave   the    people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 
4  The  men  who  know  thy  name  will  truft 
In  thy    abundant  grace  ; 
For   thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who   humbly  fought  thy  face. 
r}  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on   Zion's  hill, 
Who   executes   his  threatening  word, 
And  dot!)  his  grace  fulfil. 

Psalm  9.     2d  Part.     Common  Metre,  [bj 

\rer.  ifq.     The  wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 
i  TX7"H£N  the  great  Judge,   fupreme  and  juft, 
VV     Shall  once  inquire   for  blood. 
The  humble  fouls,  who  mourn  in  duft, 
Shall  find  a  faithful   God. 
3  He  from   the  dreadful  gates   of  death 
Docs   his  own  child i en  raife  : 


Psalm  10. 27 

In  Zion's  gates,  with   cheerful   breath, 
They  fiog  their   Father's  pratfc. 

3  Kis  foes  (hall   tall,    with  hcedlefi  feet, 

Into  the   pit  they  made; 
And  (inners  peri-h  in    the  net 

Which   their  own  hano\,  had  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are   thy  deep  cauftfeta   known  : 
When   men  of  milchief  are    deftroy'd, 
The  Glare  muft  He  their  own. 
Pause. 
^  The  wicked  (hall   fink  down  to  hell  ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
Thu    dare  forget  thee,    or  rebel 
AgamH  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints   to  fore  diflrefs  are  brough?. 

And  wait,  and  long  complain. 
Their  cries  (ball  Qtvef  be  forgot, 
Nor  mal!   their   hopes  be  vain. 

7  [Rife,  great   Redeemer,    from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and    fave  the   poor; 
Let  nations  trembie   at  thy   feet, 
And   man  prevail   no  more. 

8  Thy   thunder   (ball   affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their    beans   to  p3in, 
Make   tnem  conTefs   that  thou  art  God, 
And   they    but  feeble  men.] 

Psalm  10.     Common  Metre,  [b] 

Prayers  heard,  and  faints  fined  \    cry  pride,   atht 
and  opprejjicn  pumjhed. 
For  a   humiliation  day. 

WHY  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  fa:? 
And   why   conceal   his  face, 
When  greit  calamities   appear, 
And   times  of  deep  diitrefs  ? 
£  Lord,   ftiall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 
Thy  juflice  and  thy  power? 
Shall  they  advance  their   heads   in  pride, 
And  (till  \\*y   faints  devour  ? 
3  They   put   thy  judgments  from  their  fight. 
And  then   inlult  the  poor, 
They  boatt   in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  ihali  fail  no  more. 


28 Psalm  11. 

4  Arifc,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand  j 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  enemy  (hall  dare  to  fland 
When  God  afcends  on   high. 
Pause. 
£  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And   fay,  with  foolifh  pride, 
11  The  God  of  heaven  will   ne'er  engage 
"To   fight  on  Zion's  fide?" 

6  But  thou  forevt  r  art  our  Lord ; 

And  powerful  is  thine   hand, 
As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy   fword, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts   to  pray9 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear; 
Hearken  to  what   thy  children  fay, 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants   fhall  no  more  opprefs  ; 

No  more  defpife  the  juft; 
And   mighty  finners  fhall  confefs 
They   are  but  earth  and  duft. 

Psalm  11.    Long  Metre.     [*] 

God  loves  the  righteous,  and  hates  the  wicked* 

1  TV/TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  loye; 
lYX  Why  do  my  foes  infult,  and  cry, 
"Fly,    like  a  timorous,  trembling   dove, 
"To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly ?" 

2  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice   void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in   heaven  has  ftVd  his  throne.; 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known; 
His  eye- lids  fearch  our  fpirits   thiough. 

4  If  he  afflifts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgre.flbrs  fear; 
His  very  foul  abhors   their  ways. 

£  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Tcmpefis  of  brimftcne,  fire  and  death, 


P3AI.M  12. 29 

Such  as   he  kindled   on  the   plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 
6  The  righteous  Lord  lovcjs  righteous  fouls, 
Whole   though -s  2nd  actions   are  fincere, 
And  with  a   gracious  eye   beholds 
The  men  who   his  own  image    hear. 

Psalm  12.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

The  faint?  ftfety  ana  kote  in  evil  times)  or ,  fins  of  the 
tongue  complained  of \  viz.  blafihem),  jalfchoed,  @c% 

1  T    ORD,    if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear  ^ 
A-*  Virtue  and  truth  will   flee   away  : 
A   faithful  man  among  us  here 
Will  fcarce   fc>e  found,   if  thou   delay. 

«  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  neighbours  meet^ 
Is  rilPd  with    trifles    loofe   and  vain; 
Their   lips  are  flattery  and   deceit, 
And   their  proud    language   is   profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with   deceit  abound 
Shall   not  maintain   their  triumph   long  : 
The  God   of  vengeance   will   cunround 
The  flattering   and  biafpheming  toogtie. 

4  "Yet   fhall  our  words  be  free."  the: 

"  Our  tongues  fhall  be  eoatro  .  ■  .;  : 

"Where  is  the  Lord  will  ilk  uj  wh] 
*'Or   (ay  our   lips  are   not  our  own  r" 

5  The   Lord,  who  fees  the  poor   opprclVd, 
And  heais  »*  OppreiTor's 'haughty  ftrttB, 
Will  rife   to  give    his   children    reft, 
Kor  (hall  they   truft  his  word  in  vain. 

8  Thy   word,    O    Lord,  though  often   try'c, 
Void  of  deceit   fhall  ftill    appear; 
Not  Giver,   icven  times  punty'd 
From  drofs  and  mixture,   fhmes  fo  clear, 

.y  grace   fhall,  in  the  darkeft  hour, 
Defend  the   holy   foul   from    harm ; 
Though  when  the   viieft  men  have   power, 
On  every   fide   will    finners  fwarm. 

Psalm  12.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or, 


prowife  and  jigns  of  ChnJVs  coming   to  jwigwinl* 
*  "LLP,  Lord,  for  men  of 
Rebgion  lofes  ground  ! 


t  TJLLP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  Li 
-"■  Hellion  lofes  g 

C2 


30 Psalm  13. 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 
2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break. 

Yet  aft  the  flatterer's  part ; 
With   fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 

And  with  a   double  heart. 

5  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful   lie, 

How   is  their  fury  ftirr'd ! 
M  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"    thev  cry, 
44  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lord.''' 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  every   fide, 

Where  a   vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  power  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 
Pause. 
£  Lord,  when  iniquities   abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly   to  be  founda 
And  love  is  waxing  cold; 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haftening  on? 

Haft  thou   not  giv'n  the  fign? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine? 

7  "Yes,"  faith   the  Lord,    "  now  will  I  rife, 

"And  make   oppreflbrs  flee; 

14 1  fhall  appear   to  their  furprife, 

44  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

5  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 

Through  ages  fhall  endure  : 
The  men  who  in  thy  truth   confide 
Shall   find  thy  promife   fure. 

Psalm  13.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Pleading  with  God  under  defertion  ;  or,  hope  in  darknefi 

1  TJfOW  long,   O  Lord,   fhall   I  complain, 
Ai>  Like  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Canft   thou  thy   face  forever  hide, 
And  I  flill  pray   and  be  deny'd? 

£  Shall   I  forever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardefl  not  ? 
Still  fhall   my  foul   thy  abfence  mourn  ? 
And  fiill  defpair  cf  thy  return? 


Psalm  13. 31 

3  How  long  fh?.ll  my  poor  tioubled  breaft 
Be  with   thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd  ? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me   funk  fo  low? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me   quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  concludes  my   grief; 
If  thou  withhoid'ft  thy  heavenly  light, 
I  deep  in  everlafting  night. 

r  How  will   the  powers  of  darknefs  boaft, 

If  but  one  praying  foul    be  loft! 

But  I    have  truited  in  thy   grace, 

And  fhall   again  behold  thy  face. 
6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeft, 

Thou  art   my  hope,  my  joy,  my   reft ; 

My  heart  fhall   feel  thy  love,  and  raifc 

My  cheerful  voice  to  longs  of  praife. 

Psalm  13.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

blaini  undtr  temptations  of  the   devil. 

1  TJOW  long  wilt  thotr-conceal    thy  face? 
JLJ.  My  God,    how  long  delay? 

When   fhall   I  feel  rhoic   heavenly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears  aw*y  ? 

2  How   long  fhall   my   poor  lab'ring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  bis  malicious  art? ; 
He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my   eyes, 
And  throws   his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  be  thou   fhield ; 

My  foul   in  fafety  keep; 
Make   hafte,   before   mine  eyes  are  feal'c] 
In  death's  eternal  deep. 

5  How  would   the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow   proud 
At   thy  fo  long  delay. 

6  But  they   (hall  fly   at   thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his   head  : 
He  knows   the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread 


32  PfiALM   14. 

7  Thou  wilt   difplay  that    fovereign    grace 
Where  all  my  hopes   have   hung; 
I   (hall  employ  my    lips   in    praifc, 
And  victory   fhall    he    fung. 

Psalm  14.   \Jl  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

By  nature  all  men   are  finners. 

1  T^OOLS  m  their  hearts   believe  and  fay, 
JL     That  all    religion's   vain ; 

u  There  is  no  God  that   reigns   on   high, 
<(  Or   minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From   thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt   difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in   their   impious   hands   are   found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The   Lord,   from   his  celefiial    throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below. 
To  find   the  man  that   fought  his  grace, 
Or  did   his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray; 

Their  practice   all  the   fame  : 
There's   none  that  fears  his   Maker's  handd 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are   us'd  to   fpeak  deceit ; 

Their  {landers   never  ceafe; 
How   fwift  to   mifchief  are  rheir  feet! 
Nor  know  the   paths  of  peace. 

6  Such   feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In   every   heart  arc  found  ; 
Nor  can   they   bear   diviner  fruit, 
Till   grace   refine   the   ground. 

Psalm  14.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre,    [>] 

The  Jolly  of  perjtcutors. 
1     A  RE   finners  now  lo   fenfelefs   grown, 
A  That   they   the  faints  devour; 
And    never    worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful   power  ? 
C  Great   God  !    appear  to  their  furprife, 
Reveal   tny  dreadful  name  ! 
Let   them  no   more   thy  wrath   defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope   to  {hame. 
3  Doft  thou  not   dwell   among   the  jutl  ? 
And  yet  oar  foes  deride. 


Psalm  15, S3 

That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  truft: 

Great  God  !  confound   their  pride. 
4  O  that   the  joyful   day   were  come, 

To  finifh   our  diftreis  ! 
When  God  {hall  bring  his  children  home, 

Our  fongs  fhall    never  cearc. 

Psalm  15.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Charatlers  of  a  faint ;  or,    a  citiztn  of  Zion  ;    or,  tkt 

qualifications  of  a  Chnftian. 
«  WTtt°  ftal1  inhdDit  in  thy  hill, 
VV    O  God  of  holinefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to   dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious   v 

And  works  with  righteous  hands, 
That  trufts   his  Maker's  promifes, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  I  peaks  the  meaning  of  his    hear:, 

Nor  ilanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  fcarce    believe  an   ill  report, 

Nor  do  his  neighbour   wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  {inner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  f wears, 

Still  he  performs  his  word. 
,5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  gripe  the  poor  : 
This   man   {hall    dwell    with  God  on  earth, 

And  find  his  heaven  fecure. 

Psalm    15.     Long   Metre.     [*] 

Religion  and  juflice,  goodntfs  and  truth ;  or,  duties  to 
God  and  man  ;  or,   the  qualifications  of  a  Chriflidn. 

i  "IT  7HO   {hall  afcend  thy  heavenly  place, 
VV     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God   below  : 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe   heart  is  clean; 
Whofe  lips  ftill  {"peak  the  thing  they  mean  - 
No  ilanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He   hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neigbour/s  hurt : 


34 Psalm  16. 

Sinners  of  ftate  he  can    defpife, 

But   faints  are  honour'd   in  his  eyes.] 
4  [Firm  to  his  word  he   ever  flood, 

And  always   makes  his   promife  good; 

Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  (wears, 

Whatever  pain  or  lols  he  bears.] 
£  (He   never  deals  in   bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juftice   fhould   be  fold :    « 

While   others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 

Sweet  charity  attends  his  dooi.] 
6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  tbofe   that  curfe  him    to  his  face  : 

And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame, 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them*. 
J  Yet,  when   his   holieft  works  are   done, 

His   foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  (hall   fee, 

And   dwell    forever,    Lord,    with   thee. 

Psalm  16.     \Jl  Part.     Long  Metre.      [bj 

Confejion  of  our  poverty,  end  faints    the  befl  company  » 

or y  good  works  profit  men,  not  God* 
1  T3RESERVE  me,  Lord,   in  time  of  need  5 

JL     For  fuccour   to   thy   throne  I  flee, 

But   have   no  merits    there  to   plead  -, 

My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 
s  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefsM 

How  empty  and   how  poor  I  am  ; 

My   praile  can   never  make  thee  blefs'd, 

Nor  add   new  glories  to   thy  name. 

3  Yet,   Lord,   thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit   by  the  good   we   do; 
Thefe  are   the   company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choicetl  friends   I  know. 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth, 
To   give  a  relifh   to   their  wine  ; 

I   love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 

Whofe   thoughts  and  language   are  divine. 

VsAJLU  16.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre.      [*T| 

Ckrijl's   all-Sufficiency* 
j   TJOW  faft  their  guilt   and  forrows  rife, 
JlI  Who  hafle  to  feek  fomc  idol  £od  1 


PSALM   16, 

I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden   blood. 
a  My   God   provides  a  richer  cup, 
And   nobler  food   to   live  uponj 
He  for  my  life  has  offered  up 
Jefus,  his  heft  beloved  Sen. 

3  His  love   fs  my  perpetual  feaft ; 

By   day  his  counlcls  guide   me   right } 
And,  be   his  name   forever  bleft, 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by   night. 

4  I  fct  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepaid 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my   everlafting  guard. 

Psalm  16.     3d  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death,   and  hope  of  the  refurret: 
l  T  X  fHEX  God  is  nigh,    my  taith  is  ftroi,,,, 

VV     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 

Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 

My  dying  flefh  fhall   reft  in  hope. 
S  Though  in  the  dull  I  lay   my  bead, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  writ  not  leave 

My  foul  forever  with  the   dead, 

Nor  lofe   thy  children  in  the  grave. 
-  flcfti  (hall  thy    firft  call  obey, 
cc  off  the  dull   and  rife   on  high  ; 

Then   fhalc   thou  lead   tho*  wondrous   way 

Up  to  thy  throne  above  the   fky. 
4  There  dreams  of  endlefs  p'eafure  flow, 

And  full  difcovenes  of  thy   grace, 

(Which  we   but  taded    here   below) 

Spread  heavenly  joys  through   ail  the  pla:. 

Psalm  16.  \Jl  Part.    Common  Metre.    [JTJ 

Ver.  l — 8.  Support  and  ccunfdfrom  God,  wit 
i    CAVE  me,    O   Loid,  from  every  ^oc 
O  In  thee   my   truft   I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can    ne'er  delcive   thy  grace. 
z  Yet,  if  my  God   prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may   profit  by't ; 
The  faints,   the  glory   of  the  earth, 
'.   men  of  my  delight- 


36 Psalm  16.- _ 

3  Let  heathens   to  tfceir  idols  hafte, 
Anri   worfhip  wood  or  (lone; 
But   my   delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 
4-  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food ; 
He  fills  my    daily   cup  ; 
Much  am   I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But   mot'     rejoice   in   hope. 

5  God   is  my    portion  and  my  joy  I 

His  counfels  are   my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye: 
Nor  death   nor  hell  my  hopes  (hall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

Psalm  16.    2d  Part,   Common  Metre.    [*j 

The  death  and  refurreBion  of  Ckri/l. 

1  "  T   SET  ihe  Lord  before  my  face, 

A   *4  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
81  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
44  My  flefh  fhall  reft   in  hope. 

2  "  My  fpirit,   Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

*'  Where  fouls  departed  are ; 
44  Nor  quit  my   body  to  the  grave, 
44  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

44  And  raife  me  to   thy  throne  : 
4i  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give  3 
44  Thy  prefence,  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lor£; 

The  holy  David  fung. 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic   tongue. 
ij  Jcfu%   whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 
Was  crucify'd  and  flain ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey   reftores  ! 
Bcbold.    he   lives  again  ! 
6  When  (hall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 
On   heaven's   eternal   hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand,. 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 


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Psalm  17- 37 

Psalm  17.     Short  Metre.     [#] 

Ver.  13,  &c.     Portion  of  faints  and  ftnners  ;  c 
and  defpair  in    death. 
RISE,   my  gracious  God, 
And   make  the  wicked  flee ; 
They   are   but  thy   chaftifing  rod 
To  drive   thy    faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the   firmer   dies, 

His  haughty   words  are  vain  : 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  li 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boaft  of  all   his  {tore  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  with   no  more. 

4  I  fhall   behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving   God  ; 

.  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefc, 
Wafh/d   in  my   Savioui's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 
When  I  awake  from    death, 

Drefs'd  in  the   likencfs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal   breath  ! 

Psalm   17.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  finner's  portion  and  the  jaint's  hope  ;    ory  the  heai 

en  of  fepar ate  fouls,  and  the  refurriElion. 
\   T    ORD,  I  am   thine  ;  but  thou  wilt   prove 
-*— *  My  faith,  my  patience,   and   my  lov 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join. 
They  are  the  fword,    the  band  is  thine. 
™  Their  hope   and  portion  lie  below  : 
Tis  all    the  hnppinefs  they  know  ; 
'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fnares, 
And  leave  the   reft   among  their  heirs. 
g  What  finners  value,  I    reiign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  fland  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 
\  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  {how; 
the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  fubftantial   and  finccre  ; 

wake    and  find  me  there  ? 


33  Psalm  18. 

5  O  glorious  hour !  O  bleft  abode! 
1  ftall  be  near  and  like  my  God; 
And  Heft  and  fin  no  more  control 
The  facred   plealuiw  of  the    foul. 

6  My  fl'-fli  fball  (lumber  in   the  ground, 
Till   the  lad  trumpet's  joyful    lound  : 
Then  burft   the  chains  with  fweet  lurpnie, 
And  in   mv   Saviour's   image   rife, 


Psalm  18.     \Jl  Part.     Long  Metre,    [a] 

Vcr.    1—6,    15—18- 
Deliverance  from  defpairs  or,  temptations  overcome, 
i  THEE  will  I  love,  O    Lord;  my   urength, 
1    My  rock,  my   tower,  my  high t  defence , 
Thy   mighty  arm-  {hall    be  my    fruit, 
For  I   have  found  ialvation   thence. 
%  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  pave 

Stood  round  me  with  then  difmal  Onto. 
While   floods   of  high   temptations  role, 
And  made   my  finking  foiil   afraid. 
o  I   faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains   and   Sorrows  there* 
Which  none  but  they  that  feel   can  tell, 
While  I   was   hurryM   to  defpair. 
4  in  my  diurefs,  I  call'd  my  God,        . 
*  When  I   could  fcarce  believe  him  mine, 
He  bow'd  his  car   to  my   complaint; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 
-  [With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
J    \s  on  a  cherub's -wing  he  rode; 
Awful   and  bright  as-  lightning   (hone 
The   face   of  my   deliverer,   God. 
6  Temptations  Red  at  his  rebuke, 
The  Matt  of  his  almighty   breath  ; 
He  fent   ialvation   fiom  on   high, 
And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death., 
n  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were   V*£\       , 
Much  wns  their  urength,  and   more   their  ia0e  , 
But   Chum,   my   Lord,  is  conqueror  UiU, 
En  all  the   wars   that  devils  waj 
g  V'    fong  forever  (hall    record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
.   RTve  the  glory  to    the   Lord, 
u)    his   meicj    ar.d   h,s  powa 


Psalm  IS, &9 

Psalm   18.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre     [*1 

Vcr.    20 — 26.     Sincerity   proved    and 
1   T    ORD,    thou  hail  feen  my  foul    fi 

-L*   Haft   made   thy   trufri  and  love    ! 
ore   mine   eyes  I  fet   thy    laws, 

And  thou   hail  own'd  my   righteous  caufc. 
I  have  learn'd    rhy  holy  ways, 

I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 

Or,    if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

"Twas  never  with   a  wicked   heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations   broke    my   r 
What  wars   and  (Iruggtfngs  in  n 

But   through  thy   pace,    that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling   Go  : 

4  That  fin,   that  clofe  befets  me   \ 

That  works  and  drives   a^ainll   my  will  ; 
n   (hall    thy  Spirit's  fovereign  power 
t   it  rile   no  more  ? 
ith  an  impartial  hand,   the   Lord 
ih  out   to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  foul  (hall  find 
A  God   as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  The  juft  and  pure  (lull  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  .pure,  more  juft.  than  they  : 
And  men  that   iove   revenue   thai  I  kno    . 
God  hath  an  arm   of  vengeance  too.] 

lm    18.     3d  Part.     Long .  Metre.     [*S 

Vcr.   30,   3'»   32,   4D»  &c. 
I   Clu  ;    or,  fall  at  ion   and  triumph. 

1  TUST  are  thy   ways,    and    true  thy   word, 
J    Great  Rock   of  my    fecure   abode  : 
Who    is   a  God,    befd'e   the    Lord  ? 

Or,  where's  a  refuge  like   our  God  ? 

2  Tis   he  that  girds  me   with  his   might. 
Gives  me    his  holy   i'word    to   wield  ; 
And,   while  with    fin   and   hei!   I    hglu, 

.  ds  his  falvation  for   my   fhieid. 

3  He   lives  (and  bielled  he  my  Rock) 
The  God  ot  my  lalv.ition   lives.: 
The  dark  deligns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  vn.-axe  my  Father  g 


40 Psalm  18. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's   name; 

Nor  tremble   at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his   royal  Teed 
Thy  grace  forever  {hall   extend; 

Thy  love  to  faints,   in  Chrift  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an   end. 

Psalm  18.    \ft  Part.    Common  Metre.    [*]. 

Vitlory  and  triumph  ever  temporal  enemies. 
i  \7[/rE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we   adore; 
VV     Now  is  thine  arm   reveaPd; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heavenly  tower,- 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a   fure  defence; 
His  holy  name  our   lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,   mines  in  arms^ 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 

The   lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon   the  winged  wind, 

And  angels   in   array, 
In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He    fpeaks,   and  at  his   fierce   rebuke 

Whole  armies   are  difmay'd; 
His  voice,   his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their   courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  generals  for  the  field, 

With  all   their  dreadful  fkill, 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield* 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  (reel. 

7  [He  arms  our  captains  to   the  fight, 

Though  there  his  name's   forgot; 
(He  girded   Cyrus  with   his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 

8  Oft  has   the  Lord   whole  nations  bleft, 

For  his  own   church's   fake  ; 
The   powers  that  give   his  people  reft> 
Shall   of  his  care  partake. J 


Psalm  18,  19, 41 

Psalm  18.  2d  Part.    Common  Metre.    [*] 
The  conqueror  s  Jong, 

1  r~P,0   thine  almighty  arm  we  ov.re 

JL    The  triumphs  ot   the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,   confound  the  foe, 
And   melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine   aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  powers; 
Or  burn  their   boafted   fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  towers. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the   ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  {hield ; 
But   they  no  fheiter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to   idol   faints  they   cry, 

And  peri Qi  in  their  blood: 
Where  is   a  rock  fo  great,    fo  high, 
So  powerfuJ  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  Rock  of  Ifrael  ever   liv'es; 

His  name  be  ever  bled  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the   victory   gives, 
And  gives  his  peopie  reft. 

6  On   kings  that  reign  as  Divid   did, 

He   pours   his  bleflings  down  ; 
Secures   their   honours  to  their  feed, 
And  well   fupports  their  crown. 

Psalm  19.      \Jl  Part.     Short  Metre.     [>] 

The  books  oj  nature  and  fcripture. 
For  the  Lord's   day  morniqg. 
>EHOLD  the   lofty  fky 
)   Declares  its  Maker,  God, 
And  ail    his  (tarry  works  on  high, 
Proclaim  his   power  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and    the   light 

I   keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While   night  to  day,  and  day  to   night 
Divinely  teach  his  nime. 

3  In  every  different  land 

.r  general  voice  is  known; 
They  (hew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
I  orders  of  his  throne. 


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42  Psalm  19. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands,   rejoice  \ 
Here  he  reveals  his  word; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes ; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  handsa 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure; 
His  truth   without  deceit  : 

His  prctmifes  forever  fure, 
And  h  s  rewards  are  great. 

7  [Nor  honey  to  the  tafte 
Affords  fo  much  delight ; 

Nor  gold    that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd, 
So  much  allures  the  light. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I   fing, 
Thy  glory   to  proclaim, 

Accept   the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my    Rc*de«-Tner's  name.] 


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Psalm  19.     2d  Part.     Short   Metre.    [|Q 

God's  word  mojl  excellent ;  or,  fmccrity  and  watckfulntfs* 
For  the   Lord's  day   morning. 
» EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
^  Begins  his  glorious  way  1 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And   life  and   light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
It   fpreads  diviner  light ; 

It   calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfeft  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all   thy  judgments  juft; 

Forever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord,. 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 
Pause. 

5  I    hear  thy   word  with   love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey; 


Psalm  19.  43 

oend  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide   me,   left  I   ftray. 

p       O  who  can  ever   find 
The  errors   of  his  wayi  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefumpmous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

Warn  me  of  every   fin ; 
Forgive  my  fecrer  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this   guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8      While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I   fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 
Accept    the  worfhip  and   the  fong, 
My   Saviour  and  my  God. 

Psalm  19.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  books  of  nature  and  of  fcripturc  compared;    or,  the 

glory  and  fuccefs  of  the  g oft el. 
i  rT",HE   heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord  ; 
Jl    In  every  fiat  thy   wildom  mines ; 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
Wc  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  roiling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs ; 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  "thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon    and  ftars  convey  thy   praife 
Round   the  whole  earth,   and  never  ftand  : 
So  when  thy   truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and   glanc'd  on  every   land. 

4  Nor  {hall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Chriil  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That   fee   the   light,   or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light : 
Thy   gofpel  makes  the  iimple  wife ; 
Thy    laws  are    pure,  thy  judgments   right. 

6  Thy   nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renewed,   and  fins   forgiven  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,   my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy   word  my  guide  to  heaven. 


44 Psalm  19. 

Psalm  19.      Long  Particular  Metre.     OJ 

The  books  of  nature  and  fcripture. 

1  f~^  REAT  God,  the  heaven's  well  order'd  frame 

^y  Declares  the  glories  of  thy   name  ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine  : 
A   thoufand  (tarry  beauties  there, 
A   thoufand   radiant  marks  appear 

Of  bound iefs  power  and  fkill   divine. 

2  Fiom  night  to  day,  from   day   to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying   light 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wildom  read; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need* 

3  Yet  their    divine  inftrucYions   run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  every   nation   knows  their  voice  ; 
The  fun,   like  fome  young  bridegroom   drefs'cL 
Breaks  from   the   chambers  of  the  eafr, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he    fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  fpe*ks  his  Maker,  God  ; 

All   nature  joins  to  (hew    thy  praife. 
Thus   God    in   every    •  reature  mines ; 
Fair  is   the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  bcok  of  grace. 

Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
What  light  and  joy  thole    leaves  afFord 

To  fouls  benighted  and  dillrefs'd  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide   my  doubtful   way; 
Thy  fear  for  bids  my  feet  tc  (tray ; 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From   the  difcoverics   of  thy    law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  ; 

Thcfe  are   my  ftudy  and  delight  : 
Not  honey   fo  invites   the  tafte, 
Nor  gold,   that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd, 

Appears   fo  pleafing   to    the  fight. 

"t   Thy  threatenings  wake  my  flumhering  eyes. 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 
.But  'tis  thy  blelfed  gafpel,   Lord, 


Psalm  20. 45 

That  makes  my  guilty   confcience  clean, 
Converts  my    ioul,  fubaues   my  fin, 
And  gives  a  free,   but  large  reward. 

3  Who  knows  the  errors  of  h'x  thoughts  ?. 
My    God,  forgive    my    t'ecre:   faults, 

And  from   prefumptuoui   fins   reftrain ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempt*  of  praife, 
That  I  have   read  thy  book  of  gr?xe, 

And  book  of  nature  not  ir    \ain. 

Psalm  20.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Payer  and  hope  of    viaary. 
For   a  day  of  prayer  in    time   of  war. 
1  ^[OW   may   the    God  of  power  and  grace 
LN    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 
And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

£  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better   than  fhields   or   brazen  wails; 
He   from  his   fan&uary  fends 
Succour   and   flrength   when   Zion  calls3 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  ; 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ifrael's  God 
Our  troops  {hall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

3  Some   trull   in   horfes   train'd   for   war, 
And  fome   of  chariots  make   their  boafts  j 
Our  fureil  expectations   are 
From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hods. 

6  fO   may  the  memory  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies   for  the   fight  ! 
Our  foes  (hall  fall  and  die  wth   fhame, 
Or   quit  the  field  with   fhameful  flag 

I  Xow  fave  us,   Lord,   from  flavifh    fear ; 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm   and  ftrorg, 
Till    thy   falvation   {hall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph   raife  the  fong. 


4G  Psalm  21. 

Psalm  21.     Common  Metre.    Altered.     [|Q 

0«r  country  the  CMTt  of  H  av:n. 
i  f^\UR   land,  .G   Lord,  with   fongs  of  praife 
\^J  Shall   in   thy  ftrength    rejoice; 
And,  Weft  with   thy    falwtion,    raife 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure    defence,   through  nations  -round, 

Has   fpfead    our    wondrous  name  ; 
And   oar  fuccefsful  actions  crown* d 
With  dignity  and   fame. 

3  Then  let  our  land   on  God  alone 

For   timely  aid  rely ; 
His  mercy,  which   adorns  his  throne, 
$hail   all  our  wants  Ripply. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,   thy  ftubbom  foer, 

Shall  feel   thy  dreadful  hand  ; 
Thy  vengeful   arm   (hall    find  out  thofe 
Who  hate  all  juft  .command. 

5  When  thou  againft    them  do  ft  engage, 

Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom 
Shall,    like   a  fiery   oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  them   con  fume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous   power  declare, 

And  thus   exalt    thy  fame  ; 
Whilft  we    glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

Psalm  21.    Long  Metre.    [#] 

Ver.  1—9.     CArifl  exalud  to  the  kingdom. 

1  T^vAVID   rejoie'd   in  God  his   ftrength, 
VJ   Rais'd  to  the   throne  by  fpexia!    grace; 
But  Chnfl  the  Son   appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  uhe  triumph  and   the  praife. 

2  How  great  is   the  Median's  joy 

In    the  falvition  of    hy  hand  1  .."■«• 

Lord,  thou  haft  raisM  his  kingdom  high, 

And  given    the  world    to   his  command. 
Q  Thy  goodnefs  giants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor   do«h    ihe  leaft    lequeft    withhold  ; 

Blc  flings  of  love  prevent  him   Mill, 

And   crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 
4  Honour  and  majefty   divine 

Around  his  lacred  temples  ftnnej 


Psalm  22. 47 

tfa   the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And    length  of  evei  lading  days. 

5  Thine   hand  (hall  find  out  all   his   foes; 
And  as  a  fiery    oven  glows 

h  raging  heat  and    living  coils, 
So  {hall   thy   wra^h  devour  their  fouls. 

Psalm  22.    )Jl  Part.    Common  Metre,    [b] 

Ver.  l  —  i 6.     The  fujfcrings  and  death  oj  Ckrijl. 

1  "\\  7HY   has  my  God    mv   foul  forfook, 

VV     «  Not  will  a  (mile  afford?" 
(Thus  Ddvid   once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus   our  dying    Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  my   chief  delight   to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  rhoa  canft  hear   a   groan  as   well, 
And  pity    our   complaints. 

3  Our   fathers  trufted   in    thy    name, 

And  great  deliverance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worn  d  of  men, 

And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head,    they  pafs    me  by, 

And   iaugh  my   foul   'o  fcorn  ; 
"In  vain  he   truih   in    God,"  they  cry, 
"Neglected  and   fciiorn." 
,5  But  thou   arr  he   who   form'd   my  fltifK 
By  thine  almighty  word  : 
Aad  fince   I  bung  upon  the  bread, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

.    will   my  Father  hide  his   face 
n   fo*  s    iland  threatening  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  rliftscfc, 
And   not  a  helper  found  ? 

P.\r       . 
Id  thy  darling  left  among 
The   cruel  and  the  proud, 

liunin,  fieice   and  (Irong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 
8  Fr<  :    hell    my    forrows  meet, 

To  he  fmart ; 

They  rail    my  hands    they    pierce    r 


48 Psalm  22, 

9  Yet  if  thy   fovereign    hand  let  loofe 

The   rage  of  earth    and  hel!, 
Why  will   my  heavenly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  pofiible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup ; 

But  I    refign   my   will   to   thee, 

And   drink  the  forrows   up. 

1 1  My  heart  difTolves  with   pangs  unknown ; 

In    groans   I  wafte  my   breath; 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the   duft  of  death. 

12  Father,   I  give  my   fpirit  up, 

And   truft  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My   dying   flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope, 
And   rife   at  thy   command. 

Psalm  22.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre.  [b] 

Ver.  20,  21,  27 — 31.     ChriJVs /offerings  and  kingdom. 
l  "  ^\JOW  from  the   roaring   lion's   rage, 
1^1    "O    Lord,  protect   thy   Son; 
"  Nor    leave  thy  darling    to   engage 
"The   powers  of  hell  alone." 
Q  Thus  did  our  fufFering  Saviour   pray, 
With  mighty  cries  and   tears  : 
God  heard   him  in  that  dreadful  day. 
And   chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  victory   of  his    death, 

His  throne  exalted  high; 
And  all   the   kindreds  of  the   earth 
Shall  worfhip,  or  {hail    die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring   mud  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They   fhall   be   reckon'd   in  his  eyes 

For  daughters  and  for  fons. 
fj  The   meek   and  humble    fouls  fhall  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all   th.it    feck  the  Lord   mall  be 

With  joys   immortal   fed. 
6  The  ifles  fhall  know    the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate   God  ; 
And   nations   yet  unborn,   profefs 

Salvation  in  his  blood. 


Psalm  22,  23. 49 

Psalm  22.     Long  Metre.     [fc>] 

faring*   and  exaltation. 

1  "\JOW    let  ouf  mournful   fongs   record 

I  ^i    The  dying   forrows    of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd   in   te?rs  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld   him    thus  forlorn. 

And  (hook  their   heads,   and   laugh'd   in   fcorn ; 
"  He  refcuM   others   from   the    grave, 
MNow  \tt  him   try  himfe'f  to  fave. 

3  uThis  is  the  man    did    once  pretend 

II  God  was    his  father  and   his   friend  ; 
••If  God  the   Netted  lov'd  him    fo, 
"Why  doth   he   fail  to  help  him  now? 

4  Barbarous  people !    cruel  priefts ! 

How  they  flood   round   like  favage  beads, 

Like   lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When   God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

bey  wound    his   head,    his   hands,   his  feet, 
Till  flreams  of  blood   each  other  meet; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the   pangs   in  which    he  dy'd. 
6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 

Rnis'd  irom    the   dead,  he   reigns  on   high ; 
The   nations  learn  his  righ'coufnefs, 
And  humble  (inners  taft^    his  grace. 

Psalm  23.    Long  Metre.  [>] 

God  cur  J  hep  herd. 

1  A/TY  Shepherd   is   the  living  Lord: 

-*-;-■-   Now  (hall  my    wants   be   well  fupply'd  : 
His  providence  and  holy  word. 
Become  my   fafery   and  my  guide. 

2  In  pafiures  where   falvation    gi 

He  makes  me  feed,   he  makes  me  reft; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
i   all   the  food's    divinely    blelt. 

3  My  wandering  feet    his  ways  rr.ift;ike, 
But  he  reftores  my   foul  to   peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's   fnke, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  rigbteoufnefs. 

4  The  ugh  I   walk  through  the   gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its   terrors  are, 

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50 Psalm  23.       

My  heart  and   hope    (hall  never  fail. 
For  God  my   fhepherd's  with    me   there. 
£  Amidft    the    darknefs    and    the    deeps, 
Thou  art   my   comfort,  thou  my  flay ; 
Thy    ftaff  fupports  my    feeble   fteps, 
Thy   rod  directs  my  doubtful  Way. 

6  The   fons  of  earth  and1  fons  of  hell 
Gaae  at  thy  goodnefs,    and  repine 
To  fee  my   table   fpread    fo  well, 
With   living  bread  and   cheerful  wine. 

7  [How  I   rejoice,   when  on  my  head 
Thy    Spirit  condefcends   to  reft ! 
'Tis   a   divine  anointing,   fhed 

Like   oil  of  gladnefs   at  a   feaft. 

8  Surely   the  mercies  of  the   Lord 
Attend  his  houfehold  all    their  days; 
There  will  I  dwell   to  hear  his  word, 
To  feck  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.j 

Fsalm  23.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

l  TV/TY   (hepheid  will  tupply   my  need, 
IV jL  Jehovah   is   his   name  ; 
In  pa  (hi  res  frelh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beiide  the  living   dream. 
B  He  brings  my   wandering  fpirit  back, 
When  I  f  orfake    his  ways  ; 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  (hades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence   is  my  flay ; 
A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all   my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all   ray  foes, 

Doth   ftill   my   table  fpread  ; 
My   cup  with  blc (lings  overflows, 
Thine  oil   anoints  my  head. 
5*  The  fure   provifions  of  my   God 
Attend   me  all  my   days; 
O  may  thine  houfe   be   mitie   abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praife. 
6  There  would  I    find  a  fettled   • 
(While  others  go  and  cot 
No  more  a  ftranget  or  a  gueftv 
But  like  a  child  at  '. 


Psalm  23,  24. 


Psalm  23.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

1  HPHE  Lord    my   fhcpherd  is, 

1     1    fhail   be  well    fuppiy'd  : 
Since  he  is  mi-  e,    and  I   am    hus, 
What  can  1    want    befiue  ? 

2  He  leads   me   to   the  place 
Where  heavenly  palluie  grows, 

Wiicre    living   waters  gently  pafs, 
And    Bill   la  nation   J! 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aft  ray, 

leth   my   foul    reclaim, 
Ann   guides  me   in   Iv.s  own  right  way, 
For  his   moil  hoiy    nine. 

4  While  he  affords   his  a;d, 
I   cannot    yield    to   tear; 

Though  I  (hould  walk  rhroogh  death's  dark  made^ 
fhepherd*s  with   me  there. 

5  In  fight  of  all  my  -foes 
Thou   dofr  mv  r  ible  fpread  ; 

My   cup   with  bfeffinga  overflows, 

And  joy   exalts  head. 
•6      The  bounties  of  thy   love 

Shall  crown   my   following  days; 
Nor  from   thy  houfe  will   I  remove, 

Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy   prau'e. 

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Psalm  24.     Common  Metre.     [$c] 
Dwelling   with  God. 

1  HHHE  earth   forever  is  the  Lord's, 

A     With   Adam's    numerous   race  ; 
He    rais'd  its  arches   o'er  the   floods, 
And    built  it  on   the   feas. 

2  But  who  among  the   fons  of  men 

May  viiit   thine  abode  ? 
He   that   has  hands  from  mifchief  clean,, 
Whofe  heart  is   right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the   man   may   rife,   and  take 

The    bleflings  of  his  grace; 
This  is  the   lot  of  thole   that  feel; 
The  God  of  Jacob's 

4  Now    let  our  fouls'    immortal   powers 

To   meet  the  l^ord  prepare ; 


52  Psalm  24,  25. 

Lift   up    their  everlalling  doors, 

The  King  of  Glory's  near. 
5  The  King  of  plory  !    who  can  tell 

The  wonders   of  his  might  ? 
He   rules  the   nations ;    but    to  dwell 

With   faints,    is    his   delight. 

Psalm  24?.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,  Chri/l's  afcenfion* 

1  r  I  THIS   fpacious  earth  is  all  the    Lord's, 

A    And  men,  and  worms,  and   beads,  and  birds; 
He   rais'd  the  building  on  the  Teas, 
And  gave  it  for   their   dwelling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on   high, 
Thy   palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  : 
Who  fhall  afcend   that  bleft  abode, 
And  dwell   fo   near  his  Maker,  God? 

3  He   that  abhors  and   fears  to  fin, 

Whofe   heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean; 
Him  fhall   the  Lord  the  Saviour   blefs, 
And  clothe    his  foul   with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe    are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the   God  of  Jacob's   face  ; 
Thefe  [bal>   enjoy  the  biifrful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice,  ye   fliimng  worlds  on  high, 
Benold  the  King   of  Glory   nigh  ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The   mighty   Lord,   the    Saviour's    he. 

6  Ye  heavenly  gates,   your  leaves   difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord  the   Saviout  way  : 
Laden    with   ipoils  from    earth   and   heil, 
The   Conqueror  comes   with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from   the  dead,   he  goes  before, 
He  opens   heaven's  eternal  door, 

To  give  his   faints  a    bleft:   abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their    God. 

Psalm  25.     \Jt  Part.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.    l — 11.     Waiting  for  pardon  and  dzrettion, 
I       T  LIFT  my  foul   to  God, 
J-  My   trull  is  in  his  name  ; 


Psalm  25. 

Let  not   my   foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in   my  fhame. 

2  Sin  and   the   powers  of  hell 
Perfuade   me  to  defpair; 

Lord,    m^ke  me  know   thy   covenant  % 
That  I   may  '(cape   the  fnare. 

3  From  the  firft  dawning   light 
Till    the  dark  evening  rife, 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
Witn   ever   lodging  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy    grace. 
And  lead  me  in   thy  truth; 

Forgive   ihe  iins  of  riper   days, 

And  follies  of  my  youth. 
a      The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind; 

The   meek  {hall   learn  his   ways  ; 
And  every   humble   Tinner   find 

The  methods  of  his   grace. 
6      For  his  own  good  ne  Is'  fake 

Ke  faves  my  foul   from   fhame  : 
He  pardons  (though    my   guilt  be   great  J 

Through  my    Redeemer's   name. 

Psalm  25.     2d  Part.      Short  Metre.      [>] 

Ver.    12,    14,   10,    13.     Divine  injlrudkn. 
rHERE  (hall   the  man  he  found, 


WH, 


That  loves  the  gofpcrs  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
»      The  Lord   f:  him   know 

The   fecrets  of  his   heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  covenant  (how, 
And  all   his  love  imp 

3  The  dealing's  of  his  hand 
Are   truth  and  mercy 

With   fuch  as  to   h:s   covenant  Hand, 
And  love  to  do  his 

4  Their   fouhs 

Before  their  Maker's  face  : 
Thrir   (eed   fhal!  tafte  the  promifes 
In   tbcir  extend  ve  grace. 

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34 Psalm  25,26. 

Psalm  25.     Sd  Part.     Short  Metre.      [b] 

Vcr.  15-22.  Diflrefsoffoui;  or,  backjlidinganddefertion. 

1  IV /TINIl,  eyes  and  my  defire 
lVA.  Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 

I   love  to  plead  his   prorniles, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul ; 
Bring  thy    falvation  near : 

When   will   thy  hand  releafe  my  feet 
Out  of  the   deadly   fnare  ? 

3  When  {hall  the   fovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 

Rcftoie  me  from  thofe  dangerous   ways 
My  wandering   feet  have   trod ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my   thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge   my   wo  : 

My-ipirit  languifhes,  ■  my  heart 
Is  defoiate  and  low. 

5  With  every  morning  light 
My  farrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  'on   my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my   fins. 
Pause. 

6  Behold  the   hofts  of  hell! 
H'ow  cruel   is  their  hate  ! 

Againft  my  life  they   rile,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  !    keep   my  foul  from  death, 
Nor   put  my  hope  to  (hame, 

For  I  have   plac'd  my  only   tiuft 
In   my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With   humble  faith"  I  wait 
To  fee  thy   face  again  ; 

Of  Ifrac!   it   mail  ne'er  be  faid, 
"He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain." 

Psalm  26.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Stl [-examination  ;    or,   evidences  of  grace', 
1    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
J    And   try   my  reins,   and  try  my  heart; 
My  faith  upon   thy  promife  (lays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 


Psalm  27. 56 

2  I   hate  to  walk,  1  h-te  to   fit 
With  men  of  vanity   and  lies  ; 
The   fcorfer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are   the  abhorrence  of  mine   eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  frill  I  appear 

\V ,:h    hands  well  wafh'd   in   innocence; 
But  when  I  ftand  bfiore   thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift   is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There   {hall  I  hear   thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at   lad 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pad 
Among  thr  faints,   and   near   my   God. 

Psalm  27.    \fl  Part.    Common  Metre.    [#j 
Vcr.  l — 6.     The  church  is  our  delight  and  fafetj . 

1  HPHE  Lord   of  Glory   is  my    light, 

JL     And  my    falvation   too; 
God   is  :y.\    tlength,   nor  will  I  fear 
What    ail  my  foes   can  do. 

2  One   privilege  my  heart   defires  : 

O  !    grant  me   an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faintj, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  (hall  I   offer  my   iequ^fts, 

And  iee  thy  beauty    dill; 
Shall    hear  thy  meilages   of  love, 
And  there  inquire   thy  will. 

4  When   troubles  rife   and  dorms  appear, 

There    may  his  children   hide; 
God  has  a   fliong   pavilion,   where 
He   makes  my   foul  abide. 

5  Now  (hall  my   head  be  lifted   high 

Above  my  foes  around. 
And  fon^s  of  joy   and  victory 
Within  thy    temple  found. 

Psalm  27.    2 d  Part.    Common  Metre.  [*_ 

Vci    8,  9,   13,    14.     Prayer  and  hope, 
1    COON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fa 
O  i4Ye  children,  feek  my  gr?. 


56 Psalm  29. 

JVlv    heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"PI!  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  nor  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul   away  ; 
God  of  my    life,   I  fly   to  thee 
In  a  diflrciling  day. 

3  Should   friends  and  kindred  near  and  deai 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God   would  make   my   life  his  care, 
And  all  my   need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting   flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had   not  my   foul  believ'd 
To   fee  thy  grace  provide   relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait   on  the  Lord,  ye   trembling  faints, 

And   keep  your  courage  up; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And   far  exceed  your  hope. 

Psalm  29.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

Storm  and  thunder, 

1  f~>  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye   fons  of  fame,  . 
VJX  Give  to   the  Lorcf  renown  and  power; 
Afcribe  due  honours  to   his  name, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims   his  power   aloud, 
Over   the  ocean  and  the   land  ; 

His  voice  divides   the  watery  cloud, 
And   lightnings   blaze   at   his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and   temped,    hail   and  wind 
Lay  the  wide  foreit   bare  around ; 

The   fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap    at  the  terror  of  the   found. 

4  To  Lebanon   he   turns   his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  (lately   cedars  break; 
The   mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

5  The    Lord  fits  fovereign  o'er  the  flood; 
The  Thunderer  reigns  forever  Kmg  : 
But  makes  his   church  his  blefl  abode, 
Whore  we   his  awful    glories  fing. 

6  In   gentler  language   there,   the  Lord 
The  counters  of  his  grace  imparts  j 


Psalm  30.  51 

the  raging  dorm,  his  word 
ikl   p_\2ce  and   courage  to  our  hearts. 

Psalm  30.      y}  Part.     Long  Metre.     [#J 

Sicknefs  healedy  and  forrow  renu- 

1  T   WILL  extol   thee,   Lord,    on  high, 
■1    Ar  thy   cor 

a   God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
1  rom  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

he   Lord,   ye  faints  of  his. 
And  tell  how  lar^e  his  goodn. -'- 
Let   all   your  powers   rejoice  and  bl 
While  you  record   his  holinefs. 
3  His  anger  but  a  moment  ftays ; 
His   love  is  life  and   length   of  days ; 
Though  grief  and   tears  the   nigh:  err.. 
Ihe   morning  (tar  reftores  the  joy. 

Psalm  30.      2d  Part.      Long  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.  6.     Health,  ficknefs,   and   recovers . 
i  T^IRM  was  my  health,   my   day  was  bright, 
A     And   I  prefum'd  'twouid  ne'er    be   nigh:  ; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 
u  Pleafure  and  peace   (hail   ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm   was  ftrong, 

y   mountain   ftand   fo   long ; 
iSoon  as  thy  face  began   to  hide, 

h   was  gone,  my  comforts    dy'd. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 
"What   caiit  thou  profit   by  my  blood  ? 

:  kep  in   the  dull,  can  I  declare 
44  Thy   truth,   or  fing  thy  goodnefs   there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,"  I   faid, 

44  And   bring  me    from  among   the  dead;" 
Thy  woid   rcbuk'd   the    pains  I    felt, 
Thy   pardoning   love   remov'd  my  guilt. 

S    and  tears,   and  forms   of  wo, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  prafes  now; 
I   throw  my  fackcloth  on    the  ground, 
And  eai'e  and  gl  tdnefs  gird  me  round, 
tongue,  the    glory  of  my  frame, 
11  ne'er  be   filent  of  thy  name; 


58_ Psalm  31, 

"  T 

Thy  praife  (hall  found   through  earth  and   heaven, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

Psalm  31.    1J1  Part.     Common  Metre,  [>] 

Ver.  5,   13 — 19,  22,  23.     Deliverance  from  death. 
a  INTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
-*   My  fpirit  I   commit; 
Thou   hail   redeemed  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 
g  The   pafiions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintain'd  a  doubtful   ftrife, 
While  forrow,  pain,  and   (in  confpir'd 
1  o  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,"  I  cry'dj 

44  Though  I  draw  near  the   dull  ;" 
Thou   art   the   refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy   reconciled   face 

Upon  thy  fc:vant  fhine, 
And  fave   me,   for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm   entirely  thine. 
Pause. 

5  ['Twas  in  my  hade  my   fpirit  faid, 

14  I    mud  deipair  and   die, 
44 1   am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes;'* 

But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. J  * 

6  Thy  goodnefs,   how  divinely  free! 

How  wondrous   is   thy   grace 
To  thofe   that  fear  thy   majefty, 
And  truft   thy  promifes  ! 

7  O   love  the  Lord,  all  ye   his  faints, 

And  ling   his   praifes  loud; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to   your   complaints, 
And  re  com  pen  fe   the  proud* 

Psalm  SI.   2d  Part.   Common  Metre.   [«j 

Ver.  7 — 13,    18—21. 
Deliverance  from  /lander  and  reproach. 
l  TV  T  Y  heart  rejoices  in   thy  name, 
lVx  My  God,   my  help,  my   truft  ; 
Thou  haft   preferv'd   my  face  from  fhame, 
Mine  honpur  from  the  dull. 


Psalm  32. £9 

2  *' My  life  is  fpcnt   with  grief,'*  I  cry'd  ; 

*' My  years  confum'd  in  groans; 
"  My  (trength  decays,    mine  eyes   are  dry'd, 
u  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,    my  name 

Was   a  mere   proverb  grown  : 
While  to  my   neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear   on  every  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round ; 
I   to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And   fpecdy  refcue  found. 

Pause. 

5  How  great  deliverance  thou  haft  wrought 

Before   the  fons  of  men  ! 
The   lying  lips  to  {ilence   brought, 
And    made  their   boaftings   vain ! 

6  Thy   children  from    the  ftrife   of  tongues 

Shall   thy  pavilion   hide; 
Guard  rhem  from   infamy  and   wrongs  ; 
And  crufh   the   fons  or  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,    Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city,   wall'd  and   barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint    fo  well. 

Psalm  32.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Forgivenefs  of  fin  vpon  confejion. 

3       r\  BLESSED   fouls  are  they, 
V^/  Whofe    fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
Divinely  bkft,  to  whom  the   Lord 
Imputes   their  guilt   no   more  ! 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 

Their  lips  and   lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere. 

3  While   I  concealed  my  guilt, 
I  fclt  the  fettering  wound; 

Till   I  confefsM  my   fins  to  thee, 
And   ready  pardon  found. 
Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 
Let  faints  k^ep  near  the  tbrone  5 


60 Psalm  32. 

Our  help   in   times  of  deep  difhefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

Psalm  32.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

Free  pardon  and  fivcere  obedience)   or,  conjjfion  and 

Jorgivenefs. 
x  TTAPPY  the  man  to  whom   his  God 
jTX   No   more  imputes  his   fin; 
But,  wafh'd  in  the   Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath   made  his  garments  clean ! 

2  Happy,   beyond  expreffion,   he 

Whofe   debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
And  from  the  guilty   bondage  free, 
He   feels  his  foul   emarg'd  ! 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all   finer  re  ; 
He  guards   his  heart,    he   guards  his   eye.*, 
To  keep    his   confeience    clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward   guilt   fupprefs'd. 

No  quiet  could  I  find  : 
Thy  wrath   by  burning  in  my   breafr, 
And  rackM    my  tonui'd  mind. 
3  Then    I  confefs'd   my  troubled   thoughts. 
My    tecret   fins  rcveal'd ; 
Thy  pardoning   grace  forgave  my  fault"., 
Thy  grace    my  pardon  leal'd. 
6  This   {hall   invite  thy    faints  to  pray  ; 
When   like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength   and  ftay 
Is   a  forgiving  God. 

Psalm  32.     \Jl  Part.     Long  Metre.     i>] 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;    or,  jujiification  a 
fan  ffi ft  cation, 
l  T3LEST  is  the   man,   forever  bleft, 

-D   Whofe   guilt   is  pardon' d  by   Its    God, 
Whofe    fins  with   forrow   are   confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his   Saviour's  bh 

5  Bleft    rt   the  man,  to  whom   the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  : 

He   pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace   relies. 
3  From  guile    his   heart  and    lips  are  free  : 
His  humble  joy,   his  holy  f  ar. 


P3ALM  32,  33. Gl 

With  deep   repentance   well  a^ree, 
And  join   to  prove  his   faith   fmcere. 
4  How  glorious  is   that  rigbreoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all   his   fins  ! 
While  a   bright    evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life   appears  and  fhines. 

Psalm  32.     2d  Part.      Long  Metre,     [b] 
A   i  I  :*  tafed  b\  confeffion  and  pardon* 

1  "IX  7HILE    I  keep  filence,   and    conceal 

VV  My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confeience  feel  ! 
What   agonies   of  inward   fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my   fins   before  the  Lord, 
And  all   my   fecret   faults   confefs; 
Thy   gofpel  fpeaks  a  pardoning   word, 
Thy  Holy    Spirit  fcais  the   grace. 

3  For   this  {hall   every    humble    foul 
Make  fwift  addreifes  to   thy  feat  ; 

len  floods  of  huge  temptations   roll, 
There  (hall   they  find  a  bieft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe   beneath  thy  wings  I   lie, 
When  days  grow   dark,  and  {forms   appear . 
And  when  I  walk,    thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me    fafe  from    every  fnarr. 

Psalm  33.     \Jl  Part.    Common  Metre.    [;*] 

Works  of  creation  and  providence. 
l  "O  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,   in   the  Lord, 
XV  This  work   belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,   h:s   ways,   his  word, 
How   holy,  juft,  and  true  ! 
[is  mercy   and   his   righteoufnefs 
Let   heaven  and   earth   proclaim  ; 
His   works  or  nature  and  of  grace 

Reveal   his  wondrous  name. 
•r.s  wifdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heavenly  arches  fpread  : 
And  by  the    Spirit  of  the    Lord 
Their  ihining  holts  were   made. 
4  He   bade  the  liquid  waters   flow 
To  their  appointed  deep; 
The  flowing  feas  their   limits   know, 
AjmI  their  own   Ration   b 

F 


62 Psalm  33. 

$  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacous  earth, 
With   fear  before  him    fland  : 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refis  on  his  command. 
6  He  {corns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  : 
His  courtfel  (lands  through  every  age, 
And  in   full  glory  (bines. 

Psalm  33.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Creatures   vain,  and  God  all-fufficient. 

1  T>  LEST  is  the  nation,  where   the  Lord 
XJ   Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he   reveals  his  heavenly  word, 

And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye  with   infinite  furvey 

Docs  the   whole  world,  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  ali  of  equal  clay. 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from   the  grave  ; 
Nor   (peed,  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can   the  bold   rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is   the'  ftrength  of  beads  or  men-, 

To  hope  for  (afety  thence  : 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 

A  ilrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their   trull, 

When  plagues  or  famine   fpread  ; 
His  watchful   eye   fecures  the  juil, 
Amongft  ten  thou  (and  dead. 

6  Lord,   let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we   have  made   thy  word  our  choice, 
A*nd    trull    thy    grace   alone. 

Psalm  33.  \Jl  Part.  Long  Partic.  Metre.  [*]. 

Works  of  creation    and  providence. 
1  \7E,   holy  fouls,   in    God   rejoice, 

X     Your  Maker's    praifc   becomes  your  voice 
Great  is   your   theme,    your  longs    be  new  : 
Sing   of   his    name,  his   word,    his   ways, 
His    works  of  nature,   and    of   grace, 
How   wife  and    holy,  ju{}  and    true! 


Psalm  33. 63 

2  Juiiice   and   truth    he    ever   lev 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goo  lnefs   proves: 
His  word    the   heavenly  arches   fpread  ; 

How   wide    they    fhine  from  north   to  Couth  ! 

And   hy   the   fpirit   oC  his  mouth 
Were  all   the   ftarry  armies  mads. 

3  He  gathers    the  wide   flowing  Ceas, 
(Thole  watery*  trea  ures   know   their  pi 

In   the  vail   {torehoufe  of  the    deep  : 
He   fpake,   and  gave  all  nature   biith, 
And  fires  and  Ceas,  and   heaven  and  earth 

Hii  everlalling  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and 
A  God  of  Cuch    lehTi le;s  ji 

Nof  dare  indulge  their   feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are   your  thoughts,    and  weak    your  b 
But   his  eternal  counfel    ftands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age   to  age. 

Psalm  33.  2d  Part.  LongPartic.  Metre.  j>] 

Creatures  vain,  and  C  :itni. 

1  r\   HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
V^>/  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds   his  church,   his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye   the   heathen   world   Curveys, 
He  fonird  their  hearts,   he  knows  their  ways  ; 

But  God,  their  Maker,  is  unknown. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion   boaft; 

In  vain    they  boali,   in  vain  re 
In  vain   we  truft:  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed,   or   courage   of  an  none 

To  guard   his   rider,  or  to  fly. 
5  The  eye   of  thy  compifiion,   Lord, 
Do*h   more  fecure  defence   afford, 

When  death  or  ireatening  fl 

Thy  watchful    eye  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make   thy  name   their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wade  the  land. 
4  In  ficknefs  or   the  bloody   field. 
Thou  our  phyfician,   thou  our  fnield. 

Send  us   Caivation   from    thy    throne  : 
We   wait  to   fee  thy   goodnels  :.: 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 


64 Psalm  34. 

Psalm  34.      \Jl  Part.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

C^'j  oztv?  0/  the  faints ;  or,   deliverance  by  prayer. 

i   T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all    my  days, 
-L-*  Thy  praife  fnall  dwell  upon  my   tongue; 
My  foul  mall  .glory   iu   thy   grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to   hear   the   fong. 

2  Come,  magnify  the   Lord   with   me; 
Come,   let  us   all  exalt  his  name  : 

I    fought  th*  eternal  God,  and   he 
Has  not  expos'd  my   hope  to  fhame. 

3  I   tbld  him   all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret   groaning    rcach'd  his  ears> 
He  gave  my   inward   pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor   lift  up   their  eyes, 
Tbeir   faces  feel   the  heavenly  mine ; 
A  beam   of  mercy   from  the  flues 
Fills  them   with  light  and  joy  divine. 

£  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around   the  men  that  ferve   the   Lord  : 
O  fear  and  love   him,    all   ye  faints, 
Tafte   of  his  grace,  and   truft  his  word  ! 

6  The   wild   young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,    roar  through  all  the   wood ; 
But  none   fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want    fupplies   of  real    good. 

Psalm    34.      2d  Part.     Long  Metre,     [bj 

Ver.    u—22. 

Religious  education  ;  or,   inflruclions  of  piety. 

t  /CHILDREN,  in    years  and    knowledge  young 
V^   Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend    the   counlels  of  my   tongue ; 
Let  pious   thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  (late, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways: 
Your   lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The   eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears   arc   open  to   their  cries  *, 
He  fets  his  frowning  face   againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 


Psalm  34.  63 

4  To   humble   fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace   is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
Wh.n  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts   their   gioans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  Spirit   heals   their  broken  bones  : 
They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

Psalm  34?.  Ift  Part.     Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  l — lo.    Prayer,  andp  raifefor  eminent  deliverance; 

1  T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  : 
JL  How  good  are   all  his  ways! 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,   help  my    lips   to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the   honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  finner  cry'd  ; 
Nor   was   his  hope  expoc'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  Juit  deoyM. 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round   me  ftoodj 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like   the    loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes  ; 

4  I  told  the   Lord   my  fore  diflrefs, 

With  heavy  groans   and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  ihaf  peft   torments   eafe, 
And  liienc'd  all  my  fears. 
Pause. 

5  [O  tuners !  come  and  tafte  his  love, 

Come,    learn  his  pieafant   ways  ; 
And   let  your  own  experience   prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where   his  children    dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care   prevent! 
No  earthly   tongue  can   tell.] 

7  [O   love   the   Lord,  ye  fdints  of  his  ! 

His  eye  regards  the  ju(l  : 
How  richly  ble&'d  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the   Lord  their  trull! 
3  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,    roar, 
Ai-d  iarr.iih  in  the  wood  } 


66 Psalm  34,  35. 

But  God   fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  every   needful  good.] 


Psalm  34.   2d  Part.    Common  Metre,    [b] 

Ver.  11 — 22.     Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs. 

1  /^OME,  children,   learn  to  fear  the  Lord; 
^s   And,    th  it  your  days  be  long, 

Let  not  a  falie  or  fpitetul  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  praclife  love, 

Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
So   mail  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  jufr, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry; 
When  broken   fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The    God  of  Grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here   they  tafie 

Are  (harp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead, 

But  God  iecures  his   own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  flide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,    like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 
Saints  find   a  refuge   in   their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd   their  fouls. 

Psalm  35.     Ift  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.  l — 9.     prayer  and  faith  oj  persecuted  faints  ;  or, 
imprecations  mixed  with  charity, 

1  "VTOW   plead  my   caufe,   Almighty  God, 
IN    With  all  the  fons  of  ftnfe ; 

And  fight  againft  the   men  of  blood, 
Who   fight  againft  my   life. 

2  Draw  out  thy   fpear,  and  flop  their  way, 

Lift  thy  avenging  rod ; 
But  to  my    foul   in  mercy   fay, 
"I  am   thy    Saviour  God." 

3  They   plant  their  fnares   to  catch  my  feet. 

And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread ; 


Psalm  35.  67 

Plunge  t'c  deftioyers   in  the  pit 

That  their  own   hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs   hide   their  way, 

And  flipper}-   be   their  ground; 
Thy  wrath   (hill  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And   all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They   fly  like   chaff  before   the  wind, 

Btfore   thine    angry  breath  j 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues   them  down   to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads   to  hell : 

Then    Jet   the  rebels  die, 
Whole   malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on    high. 

7  But  if  thou   hail  a  chofen  few 

Amongft  rhat  impious   race, 
Divide  them  from   the  bloody  crew, 
By  thy   Qirprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raife  my   tuneful  voice, 

To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their   faivarion  I'll   rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 


Psalm  35.    2d  Part.   Common  Metre.    [>] 

Ver.   12-14-      1<W    to    tnemi* r;    or,    tkt    love    cf 

thrift  to  finners  typified  in  David. 

XJ  That  holy    Dav:d    mows; 
Hark,   how  his  founding  bowels  mo~e 
To  his  afflxleci  "    ' 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 

And  teems   to  feel    the  /mart; 
The   fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And    melts  his   pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing   tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dV 
WVnd  farting  mortify\i  bis  foul, 
e    for   their   ' i ft  he  pra 

4  TYer^in^   TLi^H  him  °°  **  bed; 

Yet   11,11   he  p'eads   and   mourns; 

And  doubie  bleffing*  on  his   head 

I  he  righteous  God   returns,  ■ 


6S Psalm  36. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chriil    the  Lord  appears: 
While  tinners  curfe,    the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pines  them   with  tears. 

6  He,   the  true   David,   Ifrael's  King, 

Bieft  and  bclov'd  of  God, 

To  fave  us  lebeis,   dead  in  fin, 

Paid  his  own   deareft  blood. 

Psalm  36.     Long  Metre.     [#c] 

Ver,     £ — 9.     77ic  perfections  and  providence  cf  God; 

or,  general  providence  and  jpecial  grace. 
1  TJTGH  in  the   heavens,   eternal   God! 

AA  Thy  goodnefs  in  full   glory   fhines; 

Thy   truth   mail   break  through  every   cloud 

That   veils  and  darkens  thy   defi^ns. 
£  Forever  firm  thy  jufticc  {rands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 

Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy   hands ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is   kind  and  large, 
Both   man  and  beail  thy   bounty  fhaie; 
The  whole  crearion    is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care* 

4  My  Godl  how  excellent  thy   grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings! 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 

Fly  to   the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From   the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fhall  be  fed  with   fweet  repair.; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,   flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafie. 

6  Life,   like  a  fountain,  licfa   and  free, 
Springs  from   the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy   light  our   fouls  fhall   fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in    thy   word 

Psalm  36.     Common  Metre.     [&] 

Ver.    1,   2,    5,   6,   7,    9.     Practical   atheifm    txpofcd/s 

or,  the  being  and  attributes  of  God  ajferted. 
3.  \  li7 HILL   men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
V  V     And  yet  a   God  they  own, 
M>    heart  within   me    often   fays, 
11  Their  thought  believe  there's  none.'1- 


Psalm  36.  69 

£  Their  thoughts   an^l    ways  at   once  declare, 

iWhate'er   their  iips   profefs) 
rod  hath  do  wrath  for   them    to  fear, 
"  Xor  will   ibt 

3  What   ftrange  felf-ilattery   blinds    their   c; 

But   there's  a   haftenmg  hour, 
When   they   fhail  fee,  with   lore  furprife, 
The  tenors    of  thy   power. 

4  Thy  juftice  (hail   maintain  its  throne, 

Though   mountains  meit  away; 
Tby  "ild  unknev. 

A  deep  unfathom'd   lea. 

5  Above  thefe  heavens1  created  rounds, 

Thy   mercies,    Lord,   extend ; 
Thy  truth   outlne^  the  narrow   bounds, 
Wttbrc  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs    brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  bead: 
Beneath  the   fhado-.v  of  tby  wings 
Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 

7  [Frcrn  thee,  when  creature  dreams  run  i 

And  mortal  comforrs  die, 
Perpetual    fpnngs  rf  lire  fhall  flow, 

And  raife   our  piealures  high. 
3  Though  all    created    light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our   eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day. 

Where  clouds  can    never   lite/j 

Psalm  36.       Short  Metre.     [fc>] 
Ver.   l  — :.      T  .   and  the  ma 

of  God-,    or,  practical  athcifm  expofed. 

1  T  T  7HEX  man  grows  bold  in   fin, 

VV     My    heart  within  me   cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith   ci  God  Within, 
M  Xor  fear   before  his  eyes." 

2  \He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
In  a   felf- flattering  dream, 

Till   his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal 
Expofe  his    hateful   name.] 
His  heart  is  fa  lie  and  foul, 
His  words  are    fmooth  and  fair; 

fdom  is   hanihVd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 


70 Psalm  37. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mifchicfs  to   fulfil  ; 

He  fets   his  heart,  and  hands,  and  head, 
To  pra&ife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But   there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  mm   renounce  his   fear; 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the    cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  I  lis  trurh  tranlcrnds  the  fky  ; 
In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  liex 

His  anger  burns  to  hell. 
j      How  excellent  his  ]ove  ! 

Whence  all   cur   tafety   fprings  : 
O  rever  let  my  foul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings! 

Psalm  37.    1J  Part.    Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  l — 15: 

The  cure  of  envy,    fretfulntfi    and   unbelief  \     cry  the 
rewards  of  the  righteous   avd   the  wicked  ;    or,  th$ 
wnr/J's  hatred,  and  the  faint* s  patience. 
3  \  A/HY  mould  I  vex  my  foul,   and  fret 
VV      To  fee  the  wicked   rife? 
Or  envy  finners,  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 
a  As  flowery  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 
Before  the  evening  fades, 
So  (hall  their  glories  vanim    foon 
In  eyerlafting  fhades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  praBife   all   that's  good; 

So  fh-all  I   dwell    among  the  juft, 

And  he'll   provide   me   food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways   commit, 

And  cheerful   wait  his  will; 
Thy  hand,  which   guides   my   doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defnes  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  diTplay, 

And  make   thy  judgments   known, 
Fair   as  the   light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The   meek,   at   laft,   the   earth  poflTefji, 

And  are  thq  heirs  of  heaven  ; 


Psalm  37.  71 

True  riches,  with  abundant   peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  given. 

Pause. 

7  Red  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor   let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  Providence   fhould  long  delay 
To  puniili   haughty    vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,    and  foam  ; 
The   Lord    derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  ot  vengeance  come. 

9  They   have  drawn  out  the   threatening  fwordj 

Have  bent  the  murderous  bow, 
To   flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the   righteous  low. 

Jo  My  God  (hall  break  their  bows,  and  bum 
Their  peifecuting  darts; 
Shall   their  own  {"words  againft  them  turn, 
And   pain  furprife  their   hearts. 

Psalm  37.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre.  \jQ 

Ver.  i6,   2i,   26—31. 
Charity  to  the  poor;  or,  religion  in  words  and  deeds-. 
y  T  X^HY   do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
VV     And  grow   profanely  bold? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juif. 
Excels  the  finners  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay ; 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms,  with  liberal  heart,  he  g:ve3 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need ; 
Kis  memory  to   long  ages   lives, 
And  bleffed   is  his  feed. 

4  His   lips  abhor  to  talk   pro  fine, 

To  {lander  or  defraud ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn' d   of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel   of  the  Loro* 

Deep  in  his   heart  abide; 
Led  by  the  Spirit 
Iiii  feet  {hail    I 


72 Psalm  37,  38* 


6  When  firmers  fall,   the  righteous  Hand, 
PrefervM  from  every  fnare  ; 
They   {hall   pofTefs  the   promis'd   land, 
And  dwell   forever  there. 


Psalm  37.    SdPart.   Common  Metre.    [*] 

Veri  2^ — 37. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

1  TV/fY  God,  the  (teps  of  pious  men 
JlVJL  Are   ordered  by    thy  will ; 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again; 

Thy  hand   fupports  them  ftill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee   their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he   approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace,. 
Nor  leavt    the  men  he   loves. 

3  The  heavenly   heritage  is   tbeir's, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  ^eds  them  now,   and  makes  them  heirs 
(  H  j le flings  long   to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons   of  men, 

Nor  fear   when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  (hall  confefs   their   pride  was  vain, 
When  juftice  carts  them  down. 
Pause. 

5  The  haughty  Tinner  have  1  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a   rail   bay    tree,   fair  and  green, 
Spreading   his  arms  abroad. 

6  And   lo,  he  vanifh'd  from   the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen ; 
Nor  root,  nor   branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
Where   all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But   mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  feveral  hVps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

Psalm  38.     Common  Metre.     [t>] 

Guilt   of   conference  and    relief',     or,    repentance   and 

prayer  for  pardon   and  health. 
1     \  MIDST  ihy  wrath  remember  love, 
l\  Reltore  »hy  fervanr,   Lord; 
Nor  let  a  fa'hei's  chaflening  piovc 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 


Psalm  39.  73 

fc  Thine  arrow*  itick  within  my  heart, 
My   iiefh  is   forely  prcfs'd  ; 
Between  the   forrow   and   the  fmart, 
My   fpirit  finds   no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er   my  head  are  gone; 
Too  heavy   they  For  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me    t*  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are   like  a  troubled  Tea; 

My   head  ftill  bending  down; 

And  I  go  mourning   all  the  day 

Beneath  my    Fathers  frown. 

5  Lord,   I  am  weak  and   broken   fore, 

None   of  my    powers  are   whole ; 
The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar. 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defire  to   thee  is   known, 

Thine  eye   counts   every  tear  ; 
And   every   figh,  and  every   groan 
Is  notie'd   by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou   art  my    God,  my   only   hope; 

My   God  will  hear  my   cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my    fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [My   fo«t  is  ever  apt   to  flide, 

My  foes  rejoice   to  fee't; 
They   raife  their   pleafure  and   their  pr:ie, 
When  they  fupplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confefs   my  guilt   to  thee, 

And   grieve  for  all   my   fin; 
I'll  mourn  how  vfeak  my   graces  be. 
And   beg  fupport  divine. 
10  My  God,   forgive  my  follies   pad, 
And  be   forever  nigh; 
O   Lord   of  my   falvation,  bafte 
Before  thy  fervam  die.  1 

Psalm  39.    \fi  Part.    Common  Metre.  \j%\ 

Ver.    l,  2,   3. 
Watch fulnefs  over  the  tongue ;    or>  prudence  a*id  z 
1  "pHUS  I  refolv'd  before  trie  Lord, 
A     "  Now  will   I   watch  my   tongue, 
11  Left    1    let  flip   one   fir;ful  word, 
'*  Or  4o  my  neighbour  wrong." 


I 


74  Psalm  39". 

-* 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  flay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll    fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to    fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoffers   fhould  th'  occafton  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the   fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  1  can  fpeak  for  God. 

Psalm1*&    2d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

V--'r.  4 — 7.     The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

1  '  I  'EACH  me  the  meafurc  of  my  days. 

-i-    Thou   Maker  of  my  frame  ! 
I  would  furvcy  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And   learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boafi; 

An  inch  or  two  of  time; 
Man  is  but  vanity   and   duft, 
In  all   his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race   of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain; 
They  rage  and  drive,  deiire  and  love,. 
But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in   honour's  gaudy  fhow, 

Some   dig  for  golden  ore; 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no   more. 

5  What  fhould  I  wifh   or  wait  for  then 

From   creatures,   earth,  and  duft  ? 
They   make  our  expectations   vain. 
And  difappoint  our   truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my   carnal    hope, 

My   fond   defires   recall  ; 
I  give  my   mortal   inteieft  up. 
And  make   my    God  my  all. 

Psalm  39.  S d  Part.     Common  Metre,    [frj 

Ver.  9—13. 
Sick-bed  devotion-,    cr,  pleading  without  repining 
1   f^  OD  of  my  life,   look    gently  down, 
V7  " 


<<y  Behold  the   pains  I  t>ei ; 


Psalm  40. 75 

But  I  am   dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Xor  dare  difpute  thy   will. 

2  Diieafcs  are   thy   fervants,    Lord ; 

They  come  at  thy   command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring   word 
Againft  thy  chaftening  hanJ. 

3  Yet   may   I  plead  with  humble  cries, 

vt  Remove    thy   (harp   rebukes  ;" 
My    ftrengt :  confumes,   my  fpirit  dies, 
Through   thy   repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath   thy   hand, 

We  moukier  to  the  duft  ; 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withfland 
And  all   our  beauty's   loft. 

5  [This  mortal   life  decays  apace, 

How  foon  the  bubble's  broke  ! 
Adam  and  all  his  numerous   race 

Are  vanity   and  fmoke.l 
•6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 

As   all   my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well   prepar'd   to  go 

When  I  the  funimons  hear. 
7  But  if  my   life  be  fpar'd  a    while, 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  (hall  be   my  bufinefs  ftill, 

And  I'll   declare  thy  love. 

Psalm  40.    Ift  Part.    Common  Metre.  £*] 

Vtr.    i,   2,  3,  5,  17. 
A  fong  of  deliverance  from  great  dijlrefs. 

1  T   WAITED  pa.ient   for  rhe    Lord  ; 
J-   He   buw'd   to   hear   my  cry  ; 

He    faw  me  refting   on  his   word, 
And   brought  falvatbn   nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  mc  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where    mourning  long  I    lay; 
And  from  my  bonds  reieas'd  my  feer 
Deep  bonds   of  miry  clay. 

13  Firm   on  a   rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful   tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his   hand, 
In  a   new  thankful  feng. 


76 Psalm  40, 

4  I'll   fpread  his   works   of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints   with  joy   fhall   hear, 
And  iinners  learn  to  make   my  God 
Their  only   hope  and  fear. 

5  How   many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love! 

Thy  mercies,   Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have   not  words   nor   hoars  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  affli&ed,   poor  and   low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My   God  beholds  my   heavy  wo, 

And  bears  me  on  his   heart. 

Psalm  40.    2d  Part.  Common  Metre.    [«] 

Ver.  6 — 9.      The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Ckrijl. 
1  T^HUS   faith   the  Lord,   "  Your  work  is  vain, 
X     "  Give  your  burnt  offerings  o'er; 
"In  dying  goats  and  bullocks   flain 
"My  foul  delights  no  more." 
s  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,   "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
11  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 
"Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
♦'Thy  fervant   fhall  fulfil. 

3  "Thy  law  is  ever  in   my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near   my    heart ; 
"Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight 
M  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes! 

Th'  eternal    Son  appears  ! 
And  at   th'  appointed  tim<&    afiumc$ 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd   his  Father's  grace, 

And   much  nis  truth   he  fhew'd, 
And  preach'd   the  way  of  righteoufnek, 
Where  great   alfemblies  flood. 
C  His  Father's  honour  touch'd   his  heart, 
He  pity'd  Tinners'  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's   part, 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 
Pause. 
7  No  blood  of  beafts,  on  altars  fhed,, 
Could   wafh  the    confeience  clean  ^ 
But  the  rich  facrifice   he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 


Psalm  40,  41.  77 

8  Then  was    the  great   faivation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  (hook; 
Thui.   by   the    woman's  promis:d  feed 
The   ferpent^   head  was  broke. 

Psalm  40.     Long  Metre.     [«] 

Ver.  5 — 10.     Cknjt  our  facrifice. 

1  THHE   wonders,  Lord,   thy    love   has  wrought, 

JL     Exceed   our  praiie,  fur  mount  our  thought  : 
Should  I  attempt   the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would   faint,   my  numbers  fail. 

2  XTo  blood  of  beads  on  aha:s  fpilt, 

Can   cleanfe  the   fouls   of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft    fet   before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  (acrifice. 

3  Lo!  thine  eernal  Son  appears  4 
To  thy    defigns  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
AiTumes  a    body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well   performs  a   woik  fo  hard. 

4  "  Behold,  I  come,"  (the   Saviour  cri 
With  love  and   dury  in  his  eyes; 

"  I   come  to   bear  the  heavy   load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  u  Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
11 '  Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
"I  muft  fulfil  the  Savicui's  part  ; 
"  And  lo!    thy  law  is  in  my   hear:. 

1*11  magnify  thy    holy   law, 
"And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
"When  on  my  croft  l\n  lifted    h  . 
"Or  to  my   crown  above  the 

c  Spirit  fhall   defceod  and  {how 

iou  haft  done,  and  what   I    do  ; 
"The  wondering   world  mall  learn    thy  grace, 
"Thy  wifdom,  and   rhy  righteoul 

Psalm  41.    Long  Metre.    [*] 

1,2,  3.    Charity  to  the  p. or;  or,  pity  to  theaffli&td. 
1   1)  LE  .  1'  is  the    man   whofe  bowels   move, 
-i-J  And  melt   with   pity  to   the  poet; 
A\  hofe  foul,   by  !ymj>  thifir.g  love, 
Feds  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 
Hil  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own   har.ds  can  do  ; 


78  Psalm  42. 

He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord   has  bowels   too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleflings  on   his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftilenpe,  and  dearth 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he   languifh  on  his   couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his   fins  forgiven, 
Will   fave   him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heaven. 

Psalm  4-2.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.    l — 5.      Defertion   and  hope-,    or,    complaint  of 
abfcnce  from  public  worfhip . 

1  \  XTITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 

V  V     My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 

So  pants  the   hunted  hart  to  find 

And  tafie  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  (hall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace* 

And  meet  my   God   again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy-  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

An'd  tears  are  my   repair,  j 
The  foe  infults  without  control, 
"And  where's  your   God  at  laft ?'» 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure,  now, 

I   think  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my   foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy    load  ? 
Why  do  my   thoughts  indulge   defpair, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

"Can   ail   thy  woes  remove  j 
for  I  fhall  yet  before  him  (land, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

Psalm  42.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

Ver.  6 — 11.     Melancholy  thoughts  reproved',  or,  hope 

in  affliction . 
l  TV  yfY   fpirit   finks  within  me,    Lord, 
iVJL  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 


Psalm  44, 79 

And  times  or  pail  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have   found  my  God   was  kind. 
£  Huge   troubles,   with  tumultuous   noife. 
Swell  like  a  lea,  and  round  me   fpread  ; 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown   all  my  joys, 
And  rifing  waves   roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will   the  Lord   command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  liis   throne  by  day  ; 
Nor  in  the  night   his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  {hall    hear  me  Ting   and   pray. 

4  I'll  caft   myfelf  before   his  feet, 

And  fay,  "My  God,  my  heavenly  Rock! 
M  Why   doth  thy    love   fo  long  forget 
"The  foul   that  groans  beneath   thy  ftioke?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that   finks  fo  low  : 
Why  fnould  my   foul  indulge   her  grief? 
Hope  in   the   Lord,  and   praife  him   too  : 
He  is   my  reft,    my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and   truth  (hall  guide  me  ftill ; 
Thy   word  {hall   my   bed  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me   to  thine  holy  hill, 

My  God,  my  mod  exceeding  joy  ! 

Psalm  44?.     Common   Metre.       [b] 

Ver.  l,  2,  3,  8,   15—26. 
The  church's  complaint   in  perjecution. 

1  T    ORD,  we  have   neard   thy  works  of  old, 
-i— i  Thy  works  of  power  and   grace, 
When  to  our  ears   our   fathers  told 

The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How   thou  didft   build  thy  churches  here, 

And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 
Amongft  them  did  thine  arm   appear, 
Thy    light   and   glory   {hone. 

3  In  God    they  boafted  all  the  day; 

And   in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands   meet  to   praife  and   pr?y, 
And  grace   was  all   their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd   with  fhame, 

Confufion   fills  our  face, 
To  hear   the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  repioach  thy  grace. 
$  Yet    have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Nor  falfely  dealt  with  Heaven  ; 


80 Psalm  45. 

Nor   have  our  fteps   declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  given; 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftru&ive  breath, 
And   thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
Pause. 

7  We   are  expos'd  all  day  to  die 

As    martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 
As  flieep,  for  (laughter   bound,  we  lie, 
By  (harp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,   almighty   Lord  ! 

Why  {Jeeps   thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why   (liouid  we  look  like  men  abhorr'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off, 

And  ftill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thy  heavenly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow5d, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke   the  proud, 
And  all  their  powers  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

j . 

Psalm  45.  Short  Metre.     |>] 

The  glory  of  Chrijl;   the  fuccefs  of  the  go/pel ',  and  ih- 
Gentile  church. 

1  "\/TY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
1VJL  Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  blefiings  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 

And  ride  in  majefty,  to  fpread 
The  conqucfts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy   flub  born   foes, 
Or  melt  their  hearts   t*  obey; 

While  juflicc,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 


Psalm  45.     81 

■  ■■  i  ■     ■  i     ■  ■■  ■ 

4  Thy  laws,    O   God,   arc  ri^ht ; 
Thy  throne    (hall    ev^r  fond; 

And   thy    victorious  gofpel  pi  eves 
A    fceptre   in    thy   hand. 

5  [Thy   Father  and   thy    God 
Hath   without  meafure  Died 

His   Spirit,   like   a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy   (acred  head.] 

6  [Behold,  at   thy  right   hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  Teen, 

Like  a   fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes   guard   the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive    his    love  ; 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe ; 

Forfake  thy   gods,   thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy   Lord    thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God   and  King 
Thy    fweeteft   thoughts  employ' 

Thy   children  {hall  his  honours   fmg 
In    palaces  of  joy. 

Psalm  4-5.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  ptrfomai  g  lories  and  gcvern?ntnt  of  Chrijl. 

1  T'LL  fpeak   the  honors  of  my   King  ; 
X   Hii  form  divinely   fair; 

None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
I   /   w^th   the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is   thy  fpeech,   and  heavenly   grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  (hed  : 
Thy   God   with    blefTings  infinite 
Hath   crown'd    thy    facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy   fword,    victorious  Prince  ! 

Ride  with  m^j-ftic    fway  ; 
Thy    terrors  (hall   (Irike   through  thy  foes. 
And  make  the    world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,   O  God,    forever  (lands ; 

Thy    word  of  grace    fhall   prove 
A   peaceful  fceprre    in    thy  hands, 
To  rule   thy  faints  by    love. 

5  Jiniice  and   truth  attend  thee  ftill, 

But  mercy   is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,   thy   foul   fhall    ' 
With  moil  peculiar  joys. 


82 Psalm  45. 

Psalm  45.     Ift  Part.     Long  Metre.      [&] 

The  glory  oj  Chrift,  and  power  of  his  gofpel. 

1  ^JOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  iing 
i-^l  The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord,  how  heavenly  fair 

His  form  !    how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all   the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with   a   fuperior  grace; 
Love  from   his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  (late  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty   Lord  I 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword ! 

In  majefty   and  glory   ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 

Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy,   kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt   the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,   O  God,  forever  ftands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
Jultice  and  grace  are   thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly   fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  bielt 

His  firfl-born  Son  above  the  rrft. 

Psalm  45.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre.      Qg] 

Chrijl  and  his  church ;  or,  the  jnyjtkal  marriage, 
i  nPHE  King  of  Saints,    how  fair  his  face, 
A    Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace! 
He  comes  with  bleffings   from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  Ins  love. 

2  At  his  right   hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The   queen,  array'd  in  pureft  gold; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  drefs ; 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like   his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his   throne  ; 
Fair   ft  ranger,  let  thine  heart   forget 
The  idols  of  thy   native  ftate. 

4  So   fhail  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
£n  thee,  the  favourite  of  his   choice; 


Psalm  46. 83 

Let  him  be  lov'd  and   yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O    happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  flues, 

And  all  thy   fons,  (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs   honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  every   age  his  praifes   fpread ; 
While   we,  with  cheerful  fongs,  approve 
The  condefcenfions   of  his  love. 

Psalm  46.     \Ji  Part.     Long  Metre.      [*£ 

The  church' sfafcty  and  triumph  among  national  dtfolaticn* . 

1  /"*  OD  is  the   refuge  of  his  faints, 

VJX  When  ftorms   of  {harp  diflrefs  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their   feats  be   hurl'c 
Down  to  the  deep,    and  buryM  there; 
Convulfions  fhake  the  folid   world  ; 

Our   faith    (hali  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud   may   the  troubled  ocean  roar; 
In  (acred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  every  nation,   every  fhore 
Trembles,  and   dreads  the   fwelling  fade, 

4  There  is  a  (iream,   whofe   gentle  flow 
Supplies  the   city  of  our  God  ; 

Life,  love,    and  joy  ftill  gliding  throng'; 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ilream,  thine  holy  word, 
That  all  our  raging   fear   controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes   afFoid, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting   fouls, 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a   threatening    hour ; 
Nor  can    her   firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and   arm'd  with   power. 

Psalm  46.     2d  Part.       Long  Metre.      [*] 

Cod  fight  %   for "  his  church . 

XET   Zion  in    her  King   rejoice, 
-^Though    tyrants   rage,    arnd    k  ngdoms    rife; 


84 Psalm  47. 

He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The   Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And    Jacob's   God  is  (till  our  aid  : 
Behold  the   woiks  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defections  he  has  made  ! 

£  From   fea  to  fea,  through   all  the  (bores, 
He  makes  the  noiie   of  battle  ceafc  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes   the   trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks   the  bow,   he  cuts   the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns   with  heavenly  flame; 
Keep   filence,  all  the  earth,  and   hear 
The   found  and  glory   of  his  name. 

5  M  Be  (till,  and  learn  that  I  am   Gocf, 
"I'll  be  exalted   o'er  the  lands; 

u  I    will  be  known   and  fenrd  abroad, 
44  But   ftill  my  throne  in   Zion   Hands." 
-6  O    Lord  of  Hods,    almighty  King, 
While  we   fo  near   thy   pre  fence  dwell, 
Our  faith  (hall  fit  fccui».and  fing 
Defiance  to   the   gates  of  hell. 

Psalm  47.     Common  Metre.     [*j 

Chnjl  afcending  and  reigning* 

3  f~\  FOR  a   fhout  of  facred  joy 
V>/  To  God  the   fevereign  King! 
Let   every   land  their  tongues  employ, 

And   hymns  of  triumph  fing. 
e  Jefus  our  God  afceuds  on   high ! 
His   heavenly   guards,   around, 
Attend   him  riling   through   the  fky, 
With    trumpet's  joyful   found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 

Let   mortals  learn   their   (trains : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth%he   reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound; 

Let  knowledge   lead  the   fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him   with   a  folemn   found 
Upon  a  thoughtlcfs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifrael  flood  his  ancient  throne. 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race; 


Psalm  48. 85 

But  now  he   calls  the  world    his   own, 
And  heathens   tafte   his  grace. 
6  The  Gentile  nations   are   the   Lord's, 
There  Abra'am's  God    is  known, 
While  powers  and  princes,  {hields  and   fwords, 
Submit  before  his   throne. 

Psalm  4S.     )Jl  Part.     Short  Metre.     [*J 

Ver.  l — 8.  The  church  is  the  honour  and  fa fety  of  a  nattr  , 
l       [Z^1  REAT  is   the   Lord  our   God, 
V.X  And   let  his  praife   be  great; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful   feat. 
s      Thefe   temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful   they  ft  and  ! 
The   honours  of  our   native   place,- 
And   bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is   known, 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs ; 

How  bright   has   his   falvation  fnone 
Through  all  her  palaces. 

4  When  kings   againft  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was   there, 

In   wild  confufion   of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with   hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies,   tall    and   proud, 
Attempt  to  fpoil  out  peace, 

He   fends   his  temped,  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our   fathers  told, 
Our  eyes   have   often  feen 

How   well  our  God  fecures  the   fold 
Where  his   own  fheep  have  been. 

7  In  every  new   diftrefs 
We'll  to   his   houfe  repair, 

We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  feek   deliverance  there. 

Psalm  48.     2d  Part.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.   10 — 14. 
The  beauty  of  the  church  ;  or%  gofpel  zuor/hip  and  order. 
1       T7^^  as  tnv  narne  is  known 

i    The  world  declares  thy  praife; 

H 


86 frsALM  49. 

Thy  faints,  O  Lord,   before  thy  throne. 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  (land 
On  Zion's  choPen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counfels  of  thy  will. 
£      Let  Grangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground., 

And  mark  the  building  well ; 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfliip  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows,- 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife ! 
How  glorious  to  behold ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyer, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfnip  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 

Psalm  49.   \ft  Part.    Common  Metre.    [*J 
Ver.  6—14. 

Pride  and  death ;  or,   the  vanity  of  life  an* 
i  "1  X  7HY   doth   the  man  of  riches  grow 
VV    To  infolence  and  pride, 
To   fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  every  rifmg  tide  ? 
,2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcon?, 
Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  was  bom 
Of  better  duft  than  they?] 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  [Life  is  a  blefling  can't  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  golJ, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutiih  and  the  wife, 

The  timorous  and  the  brave 


PriALM  49.  37 


Quit  their  pofieflions,  clofe  their  eyes, 

And  haften   to  the  grave. 
€  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"My  houfe  {hail   ever  (land; 
"And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 

"1'U  give   it   to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loftj 

How   foon  his  memory  dies ! 
Hs  name  is  written  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  c^rcafs  lies. 
Pause. 

8  This  is  the   folly  of  their  way ; 

And  yet   their  fons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  a£V  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 

If  honour  raife   them   high, 
Live  like  the  bead,  a  ihoughtlefs  race. 
And  like  the   beaft  they  die. 
20  [Laid  in  the  grave   like  Gliy  fheep, 
Death  feeds  upon  them   there, 
Till  the  laft'  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 
In  terror  and  defpair.] 

Psalm  49.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.    14,  15.        Death  and    the  refurrechon. 

1  \^E  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 

X    And  trample  on  the  pooj, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  (hall   rite  no  more. 

2  The   laft  great  day  (hall  change  the  fcene; 

When   will    that  hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive  and  reign 
O'er   all   that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul   receive, 

When  ferrate  from  the  flefh  ; 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  bones  afiefh. 

4  Heaven  is  my  everlafting  home  : 

'  Th*  inheritance  is  fuie; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refunte; 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 


88  Psalm  49,  50. ^ 

Psalm   49.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

The  rick   finner's  death,  and  the  faint's   tefurreclicn. 

l  \X  THY  do  the  proud   infult    the  poor, 

V  V     And  boaft  the   large  eftates  they   have  ? 
How  vain  are   riches   to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from   the   grave ! 

a  They   can't   redeem  one  hour  from  death, 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trull ; 
Nor   give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  dull. 

3  There   the   dark  earth  and   difmal  fhade 
Shall    clafp   their  naked   bodies  round  ; 
That  ficfh,   fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlcfs  fheep  the   (inner  dies, 
Laid  in   the  grave   for  worms  to  eat; 
The  faints   (hall  in  th?  morning  rife, 
And  find   th'   opprefTor  at  their  feet. 

5  His  honours  perifh    in   the  duft, 

And  pomp  and   beauty,    birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts   the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour   (hall  my   life  reftore, 
And   raife  me  from    my   dark  abode  : 
My  flefh  and   foul   (hall  part  no   more, 
But  dwell   forever   near   my    God. 

Psalm  50.   \Jl  Part.  Common  Metre,    [b] 
Ver.  l — 6.     The  lajl  judgment ;  or>  the  faints  rewarded. 

1  HPHE   Lord,   the  judge,   before  his  throne 

X    Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh ; 
The   nations  near  the  rifing    fun, 
And  near   the  weftern  fky. 

2  No   more  mill  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

"Judgment  will   ne'er  begin;" 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay- 
To  impudence   and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,   our   God  fhall   come, 

Bright  flames  prepare   his  way  ; 
Thunder  and    darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm, 
Lead    on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 


Psalm  50. 89 

And  earth  and  hell  (hall  know  and  fear 
His  jultice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints,"  he  cries, 

"That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"By  the  Redeemer's   facrifice, 
M  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "Their  faith  and   works  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make   the  world  confefs 
u  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 

"  And  heaven  adore  my  grace." 


Psalm  50.    2d  Part.  Common  Metre.    [*] 

Ver.    8,    10,   u,    14,    15,    23. 
Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice. 

1  •T'HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "The  fpacious  fields, 

JL     "  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine ; 
"O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  afk  no  {heep  fox  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire ; 
"To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  (hall  fet  thee  free  ; 

"Then  fhdll  thy  thankful  lips  declare 

"The  honour  due  to  me. 
"The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

"  He  glorifies  me  belt  : 
"And  thofe,  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 

"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

Psalm  50.    3d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.   1,  5,  8,  16,21,22.     TAe  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  A  X  7HEN  Chrifl  to  judgment  (hall  defcend, 

VV     And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"Will  1  the  world  reprove; 
"  Altars  and  rites  and  forms  are  vain, 
"Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"To  bring  their  Ibcriiice  ? 
II    2 


90  Psalm  50. 

"They   call   my  ftatutcs  jull   and  true, 
u  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  control  ? 
"But  I   fhall   bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
"  With   anguilh  in  your   foul." 

5  Confider  ye,  that  flight  the    Lord, 

Before  his  wrath   appear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his   fword, 
There's  no  deliverer  there. 

Psalm  50.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Hypocrify  expofed. 
i  r  I  ''HE  Lord,  the  judge,  his  churches  warns; 
•1-     Let  hypocrites   attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in   rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care, 
a  Vile  wretches  dare   rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  fallehood   and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they   defame, 
And  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they   hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do   their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek   their  Makei's  face ; 
They    take   his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his   laws,   abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heaven   they   lift  their  hands  unclean, 
DefiPd  with  lull,  dcfilM  with  blood; 
By  night  they  pra£life  every   fin, 
By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  Got!. 

5  And  while  his  judgments   long   delay, 
They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more ! 
They  think   he  fleeps   as   well  as  they, 
And  put   far  oft*  the   dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful   hour,   when   God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before   their  eyes; 
His  wrath  their  guilty*' fouls  (hall   tear, 
And  no   deliverer    dare    to  rife. 

Psalm  50.    \Jl  Part.  Particular  Metre,  [b] 
The.  lajl  judgment. 

i  T^HE  Lord,  the  foveieign,  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
•A.  Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north; 
From  eafl  to  well  the  founding  orders  fpread, 
through  dtftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 


Psalm  50. 91 

No  more  (hall  atheifls  mock  his  long  deity  ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 

£  Behold  !  the  Judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  : 
Heaven,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  ail  things  come 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  die  finner's  doom  ; 
But  gather  hrft  my  faints  (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  dillant  lands. 

3  Behold  my  coven?nt  ftands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  the  eternal  facrifice  in  blood. 

And  figri'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new; 
There's  no  diilinction  here ;  come,  fpread  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  favourites  and  my  fens. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour,  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heavens,  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear : 

Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire; 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want   of  goals  or  bullocks  flain 
Do   I   condemn   thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal   offerings,  that  were  mine  before; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage   breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry   would   I   afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  third,  or  drink  thy   bullock's  blood  ? 
Can  1   be  flatter'd   with  thy  cringing  bows, 

Thy  folcmn  chatteiings  and  fantaflic  vows? 
Are   my  eyes   charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and   gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  couldft  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
A   God,  a  Spirit,   with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  and  flatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
'Ihou  lov'it.  deceit,  and  doft  thy    brother  wrong? 
In  vain    to  pious  forms  thy   zeal    pretends, 
Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

8  Silent  I    wp.lied  with  long-fufTering  love  ; 
But  dldft  then   hope  ibat  I  mould  nt'er  re;  i 
And  chcrifh    fuch    an  impious   thought  within, 
11 


i)2 Psalm  50. 

Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools,  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change  your    vain   thoughts,    your  crooked  works 

amend ! 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,    make  the  Judge  your  friend  ; 
Left  like  a   lion   his  laft  vengeance   tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,   and  no  deliverer  near. 

Psalm  50.    2d  Part.  Particular  Metre.   [%] 

The  laft  judgment, 

1  r  I  ^HE  Gcd  of  Glory  (ends  his  fummons  forth, 

A     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fovereign  orders  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds,  and  region.*  of  the  dead. 

The  trumpet  founds;  hell  trembles;  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2  No  more  {hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more ;  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends  ;  his  guards  are  nigh; 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 

"When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  : 
While   (inners  tremble,   iaints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "  Heaven,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near :  let  all  things 

come, 
"To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
"But  gather  firft  my  faints,  (the  Judge  commands] 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diflant   lands." 

When  Chrift  returns,  wake  every  cheerful  paflion  ; 

And  fhout,  ye  faints !  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

4  "  Behold !  my  covenant  (lands  forever  good, 
"Sea I'd  by  th*   eternal  facrifice  in  blnod, 

"  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
"That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new." 
There's   no  diftin&ion  here;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for   heaven  rejoices. 

5  "  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread  their  throncy 
44  And  near  me  feat  my  favourites  and  my  fons : 
"Come,  my  redcem'd,  poflefs  the  joys  prcpar'd 

41  Ere  time  began;    'tis  your  divine  reward." 
When  Chrifl  re; urns,  wake  every  cheerful  paflion  ; 
And  (hcut,  ye  faints!  he  coin  liqfy 


Psalm  50. 93 

Pause  I. 

6  "I   am  the  Saviour,   I  th*  almighty  God; 

"  I  am  the   Judge  :    ye    heavens,    proclaim  abroad 

"My  juft  eternal  fentence,    and  declare 

"Thole  awful  truths,  that  Tinners  dread  to  hear." 

When  God  appears,   all  nature   fhall  adore  him  ; 

While  finneis  tremble,   faints   rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane, 
"  Now  feel  my  "wrath,  nor  call  my  threatenings  vain  : 
"Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'd   in  faints'   attire, 

"  I  doom  the   painted   hypocrite  to   fire  n 
Judgment   proceeds;  hell    trembles;  heaven  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,   ye  faints,  with   cheerful   voices. 

8  "  Not  for  the   want  of  goats  or  bullocks   (lain 
"Do  I  condemn  thee;    bulls  and  goats   are  vain 
"  Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in   vain  the  {tore 
"  Of  brutal  offerings,   that  were  mine   before." 

Earth  is  the   Lord's;  all   nature  mail  adore  him; 
While   finners  tremble,  famts  rejoice  before   him. 

9  "If  I  were  hungry,  would   I   afk  thee  food  ? 
"When  did  I  thirlt,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood? 
"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts,  and  favage  breed, 
"Fiorks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed." 

All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide   creation  ; 
Gives   finners  vengeance,  and    the  faints  la  vation. 

10  "Can  1  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"Thy  folemn  chatterings,  and  fanratlic  vows  ? 

"  Are  my  eye*  charm 'd  thy  veitments  to  behold, 
"  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ?'* 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts  ;  nc  fair  difguiies 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty,  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

Pause  II. 

11  "Unthinking  wretch  !    how  couldft  thou  hope  to 

pleafe 
44  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
"While  with  my  grace  and  (latutes  on  thy  tongue, 
"Thou  lov'il  deceit,  and  dot!  thy  brother  wrong." 
Judgment  proceeds ;  hell  trembles  ;  heaven  rejoices  $ 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 

u  Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends  : 


9^ Psalm  51. 

"  While  the  falfe  flatterer  at  my  altar  waits, 
"His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftru&ion  hates." 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts ;  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuffering  love  ; 

"  But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  (hould  ne'er  reprove? 

"  And  cherith  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
^  "That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ?" 
See,  God  appears,  all  nature  joins  t'  adore  him  ; 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  finners  lall  before  him. 

14  "Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 
"  Now  like  a  lion  (hall  my  vengeance  tear 

"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliverer  near." 
Judgment  concludes  ;   hell  trembles ;  heaven  rejoices  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

Epiphonema, 
S5  "  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife ; 
"  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
"  Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works 

amend; 
e<  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend." 
Then  join,  ye  faints,  wake  every  cheerful  paflion ; 
When  Chnft  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Psalm   51.      \Jl  Part.     Long  Metre,    [b] 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 
X   CHEW  pity,  Lord;    O  Lord,  forgive 5 

0  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  truft  rri  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature   hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  O  waffi  my  foul  from  every  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  5 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs, 
Againft  thy  law,  ?gain(l  thy  grace; 
Lord,  fliould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere^ 

1  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 


Psalm  51.         95 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce   thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves   it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope,  ftill  hovering  round   thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some   fure  fupport   againft   defpair. 

Psalm  51.      2 d  Part.     Long  Metre,    [b] 

Original  and  atlual  Jin  con ft/fed. 

1  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in   fin; 
JLi  And   born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man,    whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints   us  all. 

2  Soon   as  we   draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But   we're  defil'd   in  every  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create   my  heart  anew, 
And  form   my   fpirit   pure  and   trues 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to   fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold  I   fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me   clean; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  \o  bleejding  bird,  nor   bleeding  beaff, 
Nor  hyifop  branch,   nor  Sprinkling  prieft. 
Nor   running  brook,  nor   flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  fufficient  to  atone; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow ; 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe   me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  Fiefh  nor  foul   hath  reft  or   eafe; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  make  my   broken  bones  rejoice. 

Psalm  51.    3d  Part.     Long  Metre.      [fc>] 

The  backflider   rejlored ;    or,   repentance,  and  faith   iu 

the  blood  of  Chrij}. 
1   f\  THOU   that   hear'ft  when   finners  cry, 
\J  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 


96 Psalm  51, 

Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book, 
2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 

And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin; 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart, 
g  I  cannot   live   without  thy   light, 

Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight : 

Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 

And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy    Spirit,  Lord^ 
His  help  and  comfort  (till   affoFd  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A   broken  heart,   my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring! 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  du{}, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful   fentence  juft; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,   with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  5 
Sinners  fnall  learn  thy  fovereign   grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them   to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they   fball  praife  a  pardoning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  (nail  be  all   my  long; 

And  all  my  powers  (hall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,   my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs.- 

--  ■   '       ■  * 

Psalm  51.  \J1  Part.  Common  Metre.     [fc>3 

Ver.  3—13. 
Original  and  aBual  fin  ccnfejfed  and  pardoned* 

1  T    ORD,  I  would  fpread   my  fore  diftrefs 
JL-i  And  guilt  before  thine  eyes; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 

How  high  my  crimes  arife! 

2  Shouldft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufh  my  flcfh  to  duft, 
Heaven  would  approve  thy  vengear»r<*  tye 
And  earth   muff,  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  (lock  of  Adam  came) 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 


Psalm  5 1,  53.  97 


AH  my  original  is   (hame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born   in  a  world  of  gu:it,  I   drew 

Contagion   with  my    b'real 
And   as  my  days  advanc'd,   I   grew 
A  j ufter   prey  for   death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,   O  Lord,   and  cheer   my  foul 

With    thy    forgiving    love; 
O  lru'ke   my   broken    fpirit  whole, 
id   bid   my  pains  remove. 

6  Let   n~t   thy   Spirit  qu'te    depar, 

Nor    drive  me    from   thy  face; 
Create  anew  my  vicious   heart, 
And   fill    it  with    thy   grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  knot 

Before,  the  for.s  of  men  ; 
Backflidcrs  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

Psalm  51.  2d  Part.    Common  Metre,    [b] 

Vcr.  14—17.    Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Ch  rift . 

1  f^\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
^J  My   load   of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 

That  bars   me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me   the  prefer.ee  of  thy  grace, 

Then   my   rejoicing  tongue 
Shall   fpeak  aloud  thy   righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my   fong. 

3  No  blood   of  goats,   nor  heifer  (lain, 

For  fin  could   e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient   and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  uVs  deferr, 

My    God  will  ne'er   defpiie  : 
A   humble   groan,  a   broken   heart, 
Is   our   hell    facrifice. 

Psalm   53.      Common  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  4—6.     J'iclory  and  deliverance  from  perfecution, 
:      \   RE   all  the.   foes    of  Zion   fools, 
^~a>  Who  thus   devour  her  (aims  ? 
1 


98  Psalm  55. 

Do  they   not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

&  They  (hall  be   feiz'd  with  fad  furprife ; 
For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the   bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies   in  array  ; 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hofi 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O   for  a  word  from   Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore ! 
Jacob  with  all  the  tribes,  fhall  fing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 


Psalm  55.    Common  Metre.     [5] 

Ver.    l — 8,  16,    17,    18,    22. 

Support  for  the  affliBed  and  tempted  foul- 

3  f~\  GOD,  my  refuge,   hear  my  cries, 
^<J  Behold   my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell   my  hurt  devife, 
And   triumph   in  my   fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levelPd  at   my   life, 

My  foul   with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  fhake   my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-firings   foun£. 

I  groan  with  every  breath; 
Horror   and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  fliades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And   innocence  had  wings ; 

I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 

From  all  thefe  refllefs  things. 

tj  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful    home, 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow. 
Temptations   never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all? 
To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call. 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 


Psalm  55.  99 


Pa  use. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry  ; 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  afk  his  gracc3 
Nor  will  he   long   deny. 

8  God  fhall   preferve  my  foul   from  fear, 

Or  fhield  me   when    afraid  ; 
Ten  thoufaod  angels   muft  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the   Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 
My  courage  refts   upon  his   word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes   fhall  not  be  vain ; 

My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife : 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce    ive   out  half  their  days. 

Psalm  do.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  15—17,   l9>  22- 

Dangerous  projpenty  ;   or,  daily   devotion   encouraged* 

1  f    ET  unners  take  their  courfe, 
A-i  And  choofe  the  road  to  death  5 

But  in  rhe  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrels  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light 5 

I  feek  his  bleffing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O   my  eternal  God ! 

Wh  ie  fmners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Beoaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They   neither  fear  nor  trult  thy  name, 
Nor  learn   to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,   with   all   my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord; 

I'll  cart  my  burden   on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm   fhall  well   luftain 
The   children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground,  on  which  their  fafety  {lands, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 


100 Psalm  56* 

Psalm  56.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Deliverance  from   opprejfion  and  falftkood;    or,  God's 
care  of  his  people,  in  anfwer  to  faith  and  prayer* 

1  /~\  THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
V-/  And  makes  th'    oppreflbr  ceafe ; 
Behold   how  envious  finners  try 

To  vex  and  break  my   peace. 

2  The   fons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join   to  devour   me,   Lord ; 
But  as   my   hourly   dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moll  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I    have  repos'd   my   truft, 
Nor  will  I  fear  what   flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the   dull. 

4  They   wreft   my  words  to  mifchief  ftilj, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults; 
Mifchief  doth  all    their  counfels   fill, 
And   malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they   efcape  without  thy  frown? 

Muft  their  devices  (land  ? 
O  caft   the  haughty   finner   down, 
And  let  him   know   thy  hand! 

Pause. 

6  God   counts  the   forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  arlecl;   his   ears ;     • 
Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for   my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee ; 
So  fwift  is   prayer  to  reach   the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my    truft ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy   folemn  vows  are  on  me,   Lord, 

Thou  flialt  receive  my  praife ; 
I'll  fing,   "How  faithful  is  thy  word! 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways !" 
to  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my   foul  from  death  ! 
P  fet  thy  prifoner  free  : 


Psalm  57,  5S. lOi 

That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

Psalm  57.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Piaift  for  protection,  grace,  arid  truth. 

1  A/TY  God,  in  whom  are  all   the  fpnngs 
iVl   Of  bcundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown ; 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 

Till   the   dark  c'oud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  fend  my  cry  ; 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  : 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 

And  laves  me  from  the  threatening  florin. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  ihe  heavcm,  where   angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  nx'd  :    my  fong  fhall  raife 
Immortal   honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

j  High  o'er  the  eanh  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  urmoft  iky; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  yeais  remains 

When  lower  worlcs  difiblve  and  die. 
6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell  ; 

Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And   land   to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

Psalm  58.      Long  Particular  Metre.     [&j 

IVarnzn^    to  mag  if  rates. 

1  TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caule, 

When  th'  injur' d  poor  before  you  (lands? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  fmners  M'cape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  harv" 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  km 

That  God  wiii  judge  il  too? 

High  in  the  i;  :    reigns  ; 

Yet  you  invade  the  right!  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

the  confeience  in  year  chsui 


102  Psalm  60, 

3  A  poifon'd   arrow   is   your  tongue, 
The  arrow  (harp,    the  poifon  llrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it    wounds  : 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears; 
So  the  deaf  adder   (lops  her  ears 

Againft;  the  power  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe   teeth  of  lions  dy'd   in  blood  ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft  ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before   the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loQ. 

5  Th'   Almighty  thunders  from    the  fkyf 
Their  grandeur  melts,   their    titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run, 
Or  fnails  that  pcrifh  in  their  (lime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun* 

6  Thus  fhall   the  vengeance  of  the   Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
11  A   God  that  hears  his  children   cry, 

"  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay." 

Psalm  60.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Ver   l — 5,  10 — 12. 
On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  difappoi?itment  in  war, 

1  T    ORD,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off? 
JL-rf  Muff  we  forever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal    wrath  ? 
Shall   mercy   ne'er  return  ? 

2  The   terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Molts  all  our   ftrength  away  ; 
Like  men   that   totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 

3  "Our   Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

"  And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand ! 
"  Oh,   heal   the  people  thou  haft  broke. 
11  And  fave  the  finking  land." 

4  Lift  up  a   banner  in  the   field 

For   thofe  that  fear  thy  nam1; 
Save  thy   beloved  with   ihy   fhield, 
And  p»t  our  foes  to  Ghame. 


Psalm  61,  62. l£_ 

.3  Go   with  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
Like  a  confederate  God; 
In  vain  confederate  powers  unite 
Againft  thy   lifted  rod. 
5  Our  troops  (hall  gain  a  wide  renown 
By  thine  afliiling   hand; 
'Tis   God  that   treads   the   mighty  down, 
And   makes  the  feeble  ft  and. 

Psalm  61.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.   1 — 6.     Safety  in  God'. 

1  TX^HEN,  overwhelm'*!  with  grief, 

VV      My   heart  within  me  dies; 
TIelplefs,  and  far  from   ai'  relief, 
To  heaven  1  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me   to  the  rock 
That's  high  above   my   head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My   flicker   and  my   fhadfc. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,    Lord, 
Forever  I'll   abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my   defence, 
The   refuge   where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the   lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlels  life   be  their  leward, 
I  mail  poflefs  the   fame. 


Psalm  62.     Long  Metre.     [^] 

Ver.  0—12.     No  trvft  in  creatures  \    ortJa\ 

vine  grace  and  power. 

1  A/TY   fpirit  looks  to  Gcd  a:oi?e; 
•1VX  My  rock  and  refuge  is  hi 
In  all    my  fears,    in    all  my  ilia;;s, 

foul  en  his  faivation  waits. 

2  Truit   him,  ye  faints,   in  all    your  ways, 
Pour  out  your   hearts  before   his   face, 

tt  helpers   fail,  and   foes  invade, 
i  is   our  all-fufficieut  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the   men  ofh:gh  degree, 
lhe   bafer  fort  ire    va 

1  in  the   h 


104  Psalm  63, 

4  Make  not  incrcafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glittering  duft ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke? 

5  Once  has  his  awful   voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"AH   power  is  his  eternal  due; 

"  He  mull  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too." 

6  For  fove reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne ; 
Thy  grace  and  juflice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laO  rewird. 

Psalm  63.  \Jl  Part.   Common  Metre.    [«J 

V  r    1,2,  5,  3,   4.     The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

1  TTpARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
X_j  I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  : 

My  thirfly  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the   fcorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  Iky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  (hine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine  ! 

4  Not  all   the   bleflings  of  a  feail 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy   prefence   dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,   with  all   its  joys, 

Can  my  bell  paflions  move, 
Or   raife  fo   high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  lad  expiring  day, 

I'll  blefs   my  God  and   King  ; 
Thus  will   I   hft  my  hands  to  pray, 
And   tune  my  lips  to  fing 

Psalm  63.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre.  [*£ 

Ver.   6 — 10.     Midnght  thoug.hu   rca/iccled, 
1  ,r~F*WAS   in   the  watches  of  the  night 
A    I  thought  upon  thy  power ; 


Psalm  63. ]05 

I  kept  thy  lovely   face   in  fight 
Amidft'the  daikeit  hour. 

2  My  flefh   lay  refting  on  my  bed; 

My    foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
"My  God,  my  life,  my. hope,"  I  faid, 
"Bring  thy    falvation  nigh." 

3  My    fpirit  labours   up  thine  hill, 

And   climbs   the    heavenly  load  : 
But   thy   right  hand  upholds   me  dill, 
While  I   putfae   my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  (ketches  o'er  my  head 

The   (hacow  of  thy  wings ; 
My   heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid; 
tongue  awakes   and   lings. 

5  But  the  deitroyers  of  my   peace 

Shall  fret   and  rage  in  vain ; 
The   tempter  (hall  forever  ceafe 
And  aii  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  frail  give   my   foes  to  death, 

And   fend  them  down  to   dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  ci  the  earth, 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

Psalm  63.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Longing  ajUrGcd',  or,  tin  love  cj  Gcd  better  than  life. 

1  OREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
V-T  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,   my  reft; 
The  glories  that  com  pole   thy    name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me   bled. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,   thou  jufi   and  wife, 
Thou   art   my   Father  and  -my  -God! 

And  I  am   thine  by  iacred   be*; 

Thy  fon,   thy  fervant,   bought   with  blood. 

3  With  heart,   and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,   to  thee  I   look  ; 

As   travellers,  in    thirfty   lands, 
Pant  for   the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'    appear 

An  ong  thy  iaints,   and  leek   thy  face; 
Oft    have   I    feen  thy  glory    there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  fovereign   grace. 

5  Not  fruits,   nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafte. 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  lenfes  know, 


106 Psalm  63. 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely   bleft, 
Or  raife  my  cheerful  paflions  fo. 

6  My   life   itfelf,  without   thy  love, 
No   tafte   of  pleafure  could   afford ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banifcYd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours   of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  aifrft  my  head, 
One  thought  of  m  e  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefliment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll   lift  my  hands,  Pll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I   have  breath  to  pray  or  praife; 
This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my   days. 


Psalm  63.     Short  Metre.    [*;j 

Seeking   God. 

MY  God,  permit   my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore ; 
Not  travellers,  in  defert  lands, 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place ; 
Thy   power  and  glory  to  behold, 

And  feel  thy  quickening  grace. 

For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  to  this, 

To  ferve  and  pleafe   the  Lord., 

To  thee   I  lift  my   hands, 

And  praife   thee  while  I  live  j 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 

Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 
\      In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I    call  my  God   to  mind; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfcte  are, 

And  all  thy   dealings  kind. 

Since  thou  had  been  my  help. 

To  thee  my  fphit  flies, 


Psalm  65. 107 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
8       The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
My  fcul  in  fafety   keeps: 
I  follow  where  my  Fa:her  leads, 
And  he  fuppons  my   fieps. 

£salm  65.      Ift  Part.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Vcr.   t — 5.     Public   prayer  and  praife. 

1  HPHE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for   thee, 

-A.    My  God ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  : 
There  ihall  thy  faints   thy  glory  fee, 
And  there   perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whnfe  mercy  bends  the  flues 
To  fave  when  humble  finners   pray; 
All  lands  to  thee  (hall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  ifiands  of  the  northern  fea. 

S  Againft  my  will  my  Gas  prevail, 

But  grace  mall  purge  away  their  fiainj 
The  blood  of  Quiff  will  never  (ail 
lo  wa(h  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  C.\~ 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  he 

To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  f)e-j. 

SE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrels,' 
When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arr. 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufr. 

'   ith  dreadful  glory,    God  fall 
I  his  afflicted  faints  tc. 
And  with  wrath  rev 

His  love,  to  give  his  churches  red. 
p.  fhall  the 

/ion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
Ihe  nfing  and  :  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  adc 

Psalm  65.     2d  Part.      Long  Metre.    ] 

Vcr.  5—13.       L  -    in    air%    . 

\    J*HE  God  ol  hears 


108  Psalm  65. 

Yet  when  he   comes  with,  kind   defigns> 
Through  all  the  way   his  terror  fhines. 

ft  On   him  the  race   of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earths  remote!},  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's   name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that   travel  o'er  the*   flood, 
Addrefs  their   frighted    fouls   to  God, 
When   tempefts  rage,   and  billows  roar, 
At   dreadful  diftance  from    the   fhore* 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafef 
He   calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole   kingdoms,  fhaken   by  the  fiorm, 
Pie   fettles  in   a  peaceful  form; 
Mountains  efrablifh'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm   on   their   old  foundations  (land. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and   lightnings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprite, 
From  the   bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command,  the  morning  ray 
Spiiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the   day ; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels, 
Over   the  tops  of  weftern   hills. 

8  Scafons   and  times  obey   his   voice  ; 
The   evening  and  the  morn   rejoice 

To   fee  the  earth   made  foft  with   ifi owe rs, 
Laden   with  fruit,  and  drefs'd  in  flowers. 

9  'Tis  from  his  watery  (lores  on  high, 
He   gives   the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon   the  clouds,  and  thence 
.Doth    his   enriching    drops  difpenfe. 

Jo  The  defert  grows   a  fruitful  field; 
Abundant   food  the    vallies  yield; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And   neighbouring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

It  The  pail u res  fmile   in   green  array; 
There   lambs  and    larger   cattle   play ; 
The  larger  cattle,   and  the   lamb, 
Each  in   his  language  fpcaks   thy  name. 


Psalm  65, 109 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine; 
O'er  every  field  thy   glories  (bine  : 
Through  every   month  thy  gifts  appear; 
Great  God !  thy  goodnefs  crowns   rhe  year. 

Psalm  65.    IJiPart.     Common  Metre.  [&] 

A  prayer-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 
1  T)RAISE  waits  in  Zion,   Lord,  for  thee ; 
X     There  {hall  our  vows  be  paid  : 
Thou   haft  an  ear  when    finners  prav, 
All  flefh  fhall  fcek  thine  aid. 
£  Lord,  oar  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pardoning   grace  is  thine : 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  (kill 
To  conquer  every  fin. 

3  Bleft   are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe, 

To  bring  them  near   thy  face  ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine   houfib, 
To  feaft  upon  thy   grace. 

4  In  anfweFing  what  thy  church  requefls, 

Thy  truth   and  terror  ffwne, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy    kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall   the  wondering  nations  fee 

The    Lord   is  good  and  juft  : 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy   name  their   truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,    Loici, 

When  figns  in  heaven  appear; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy   holy  word, 
And   love  as  well   as  fear. 

Psalm  65.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,   and  Jla  ;    c 
bUJJing  oj  rain . 

1  >rTPIS  by  thy  ftrength   the  m  fund, 

-i.     God  of  eternal   power! 
The  fea  grows   calm  at  thy  C6i 
And  tem  pells  ceafe  to  rear. 

2  The   morning  light  and  eveojng  fhade 

Succeffive   comfort  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fru;ts   make  harvefl  gl-id, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fprin^. 

3  Seafons  and   times,   and   moons  and   hi 

Heaven,  earth,   and  air  are   ihj 


110 Psalm  65,  66. 

When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful   (bowers, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wandering  cifterns  in  the  Iky, 

Borne  oy   the  winds  around. 
With  watery  treafuns  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  rhe  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with   blefftngs  ftill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


Psalm  65.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre.  |>j 

The  bkffings   of  the  fp ring ,    or,  God  gives   rain. 
A  pfalm  for  the  hufbaudman 
2  /^  ODD   is  the  Lord,   the  heavenly    King, 
VJT  Who  makes  the  eajrth   his  care* 
Vifits   the  paftures  every   fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  river9  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out,  at  thy  command, 
Their  watery  bleflings  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer   the  thirfty  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield. 

And  the  poor  labourers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills,  on  every  fide, 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhowers ; 
The  meadows,  drefs'd  in  all    their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  barren  clods,   refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife   a  joyful  crop; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife   the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy   goodnefs  crowns ; 

How  bounteous  are  thy   ways! 
The   bleating  flocks   fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  (hepherds  fhout  thy    praife. 


Psalm  66.    \Jl  Part.    Common  Metre.  [*3 

Governing  power   and  goodntjs',    or,    our  grace  tried 

by  afflitiions. 
I  CING,  all   ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O  Sing  with  a  joyful  noifej 


Psalm  66. 111 

With   melody  of  found  record 
His   honours  and  your  joys. 
£  Say  ro  the  Power   that   (hakes   the  (ky, 
,4  How   terrible  art  thou! 
11  Sinners  before   thy  pretence  fiy, 
"  Or  at   thy   feet  they  bow." 
g  [Come,    ee  the  wooden  of  our  God  ; 
How  glorious  are   his  ways! 
In  Moles'   hand    he  nuts    his  rod, 
And  cleaves  the   frighted  feas. 

4  He   maoe  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Iirael  p^fs'd   the  flood; 
There   did   the  church  begin  their  j 
And  triumph    in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might; 

Will   rebel   mona>s  dare 
Provoke   th'   Eternal   to  the  fight, 
And  tempt   that   dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  b'e^i  oqt  God,   and  never  ceafe ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov*d  our  fufFering  (bull; 

To  make  our   graces   (bine  ; 
So  Giver  bears  tbe  burning  coals, 
The   metal  to  refine. 
S  Througn  water)'   deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march,  at  thy  command  ; 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promised  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 


Psalm  6G.    td  Part.    Common  Metre.  [*J 

Vcr.    ,3 — 20.     Praijc  to   God  /or  hearing   prayer. 
i  XJOW  (hall    my   folemn  vows  be  paid 
IN     To   that   Almighty   Power, 
That  heard  the   long   reque(L  I   made 
In  my  diftreTsiui  hour. 

lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies   known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my    God,  and  hear 
The  wonders   he    has  done. 
''hen  on  my  head   huge   farrows   fell, 
I  fought  his  heavenly  aid; 


112 Psalm  67, 63. 

He   fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  (hade* 

4  If  fin  lay   cover'd  in  my  heart, 

While  prayer  employ'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  fhewn  me   no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God   (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from   him  my  poor  requeft, 
Nor  turn'd   his  heart  from  me. 

Psalm  67.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  nation's  pro] per ity,  and  the  church's  incrtafi. 
i   CHINE,  mighty  God,  on  this  our  land* 
O  With   beams  of  heavenly   grace ; 
Reveal   thy  power  through  all  our  coafls, 
And  fhew  thy   fmiling  face. 
a  [Amidft   our  States,   exalted  high, 
Do  thou  our  glory  (land, 
And  iike  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  favourite  land.] 

3  When  (hall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  fhore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour   and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice ; 
While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife, 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,   the  fovereign  Judge^ 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
Wifely  commands   the   worlds  he   made 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  her   Maker's  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his   chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  favours  here ; 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall    fee,    adore,  and  fear. 

Psalm  68.     \JlPart.     Long  Metre.    [*J 

Ver.  l — 6,  32 — 35.   The  vengeance  and  companion  oj  God, 
1  T    ET   God  arife  in  all  his  might, 
JL*  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight,, 


Psalm  6$.  Il3 

*- 

noke,   that  foughi  to  cloud   the  Ikies, 
B^iore  the  rifmg  tempeft  flies. 

2  j~He   comes,  arr^y'd   in   burning  flames ; 
Juftice   and   vengeance  are   his  names  : 
Behold,  his  fainting  foes  expire, 

Like  melting  w«x  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  lides  and  thunders  through  the  fky ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  founds  on  high: 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace ; 

Ye   faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 
A  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 

Fiy  to  his  aid  in  (harp  diftrefs ; 

In  him  the  poor  and  belplefs  find 

A  jurlge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 
a;  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy   chain, 

And   prifoners  fee  the  light  again; 

But  rebels,  that  difpute  his  will, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and   darknefs  fl 
Pa  use. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to   God  belong; 
Crown  him,   ye  nations,  in  3'our  fong  : 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  reheariej 
His  honours  mall  enrich  your   verfe. 

7  He  fhakes   the  heavens  with  loud  alarms ; 
How  terrible   is  God  in  arms  I 

In   Ifrael  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifrael  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
S  Proclaim  him  King,    pronounce  him  bleft  ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft : 
When   terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  every  faint. 

Psalm  68.      2d  Part.      Long  Metre.     [V: 

Ver.  l  -,  1 8.     CkrijVs  afccnfion  and  tht  gift  oj the  Spirit: 
i    T    ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcead  on  kv 
-L*  Ten   thoufand   angels   filPd  the  iky  : 
Thoie  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait. 
Like   chariots,   that  attend  thy  flats. 

8  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While   he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful   1 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  v. 
K  2 


114 Psalm  68,  69, 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none   can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd   by  his  Father  to  the   throne, 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for   rebel  men, 
That   God   might    dwell  on  earth  again. 

Psalm  68.     3d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*} 

Ver.  J 9,  9,  20 — 22.     Praife  for  temporal  blej/ings  ;  or, 
common  and  fpiritual  mercies. 

1  T XT&  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 

VV     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food; 
Who  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  flues, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round, 
To  cheer  the  fruits,   to  warm   the  ground  .; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous   rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all   our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ; 
He  helps  the  weak,  and  guards  the  flrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  (inner  prove 
The   common  bleffings  of  his  love ; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,   that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  mail  tread  ; 
The  ftubborn  finner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite   him   with  a  lafting  wound. 

6  But  his   right  hand   his  faints  (hall  raife 
From   the   deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas ; 
And  bring  them   to  his  courts  above, 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 

Psalm  69.   \J  Part.     Common  Metre.  [fc>j[| 

Ver.   1  — 14.     The  pufferings  of  Chrift  for  our  falvation. 
1  "  CAVE  me,  O  God  ;  the  fwelling  floods 
O  "Break  in  upon  my  foul  : 
"I   fink,   and  forrows   o'er   my  hencl 
"Like  mighty  waters  roll. 


Psalm  69, 115 

2  "I  cry  till  all   my  voice  be  gone; 

"In  tears  I  wafte  the  day: 
"My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  "They  bate  my  fou!  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  ftill    their  number  grows 
"More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

45  "  'Twas  then  1  paid  that  dreadful   debt, 
"That  men  could   never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law, 
"Which  Tinners   took  away.'* 

5  Thus,  in  the  great   Mefliah's  name, 
The   royal  prophet  mourns; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts   to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy   by  turns. 

^  "Now  (hall  the  faints  rejoice,   and  find 
"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I   have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"Of  forrow^  pain,  and  fhame. 

;  "  Grief,  like  a   garment,   cloth'd  me  round, 
"And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"While  I   procur'd  for   naked  fouls 
"A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews, 

"I   like  a  ft  ranger   flood, 
"And  bore   their  vile  reproach,  to   bring 
"The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortals'  (lead 

"To  do  my  Father's  will; 
"Yet,  when  I  cleans' d   my   Father's  houfe, 
"They  fcandaliz'd   my   zeal. 

10  "My   fallings   and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were   made  the   drunkard's   fong  ; 
"But   God,  from   his   ccleflial  throne, 
"  Heard  my  complaining    tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me   from   the   dreadful    deep, 

"Nor  let  my   foul  be   drown'd  ; 
"He   rais'd  and  fixM  my  finking  fcer 
"On  well  eilablifh'd  ground. 
8  "'Twas  in  a  mod  accepted  >. 
rofe  on  big] 


116 Psalm  69. 

"And  for  my   fake,  my   God  fh.ll   hear 
44  The  dyu;g  Turner's  cry," 

Psalm  69.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre.  [^3 

Ver.  14—21,  26,  29,  32. 

The  pajfion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 

1  \TOW   let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
-L^J    And   mournful  pleafure,   nng 

The  fufferings  cf  our  great  High-Prieft, 
The  forrows   of  out   King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs; 

How   high   the  wafers   rife ! 
While  to  his  heavenly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual   cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  arid  fave   thy  Son, 

"  Nor   hide  thy    Qiining  face ; 
"Why  (hould  thy  favourite   look   like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecme  the   man 

uThat  groans  ben-carh    thy   wound, 
11  While  for  a   facrifice  I    pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "They  tread  my  honour  to  the  dud, 

"  And  laugh  when  1  complain  ; 
"Their  fharp  intuiting  (landers   add 

"  Frem  angitifh  t  o  my  pain. 
G  "All  my  re  proa  ■  h  is  known   to  thee, 

"The   fcandal  and  the  fhame ; 
"  Reproach   has  broke  my   bleeding  heart. 

"  And   lies  deiil'd  my  name. 

7  "I  look'd  for  pity,   but  in  vain  : 

"My    kindred  are  my  grief: 
"I  afk  my  friends   for   comfort  round, 
"  But  meet   with  no   relief. 

8  M  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirfl ; 

"They  give  me   gall    for  food: 
"And,   (potting  with  my  dying  groai 
"They  triumph   in  my  blood. 
0  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefTed  foul, 
"Let  thy  compafhon  fave; 
"  And  though  my  flcfh  fink  down  to  clrafh 
"  P.rdr?rn  if  from  tbr   JjratR. 


Psalm  69, 117 

io  "  I  ihall  arife   *o  prajfe  thy  name, 
"Shall   reign  in  worlds   unknown; 
M  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me   ok  thy   throne." 

Psalm  69.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre.  O] 

Chrifl's  obedience   and  acath  ;     or,  God  glorified^  and 
fmners  fated. 

1  T^ATHER!    I  ling  thy  wondrous  grace, 
X     I   blefs   my  Saviour's  name ; 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 

2  His   deep   diftrefs  has   rais'd   us  high; 

His  duty  and   his  zeal 
FulfilI'd  the  !aw  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 
g  His  dying  groans,  his  living   fongs, 
Shall    better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  fomid, 
Than  goats'  or  bullocks'   blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  followers  ice, 

And  fet   their  hearts  at  reft; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And   live   forever  blefL 

5  Let  heaven,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high* 

To   God  their   voices  raife, 
While   lands  and   feas  aflift  the  fky, 
And  jofn  »'  ad-ancc   his  praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine,   mod  holy  God  ; 

Thy    Sou   (hall  blefs  her  gates; 
And  glory,   purchas'd   by   his  blood, 
For   thine  own  Ifr^el  wa^rs. 


D1 


Psalm  G9.     1/7  Pari.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

QhrijVi  pa/fion  and  Jinners?  falvation. 
|EEP  in  oui   hearts  let  us   record 
"  The    deeper  for  rows   of  our  Lord ; 
Behold  th  *  rifing  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy    foul  ! 
a  In   long  complaints  he   fpends   his  hreatfi, 
While   hofts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  death, 
And  all    the  fons   of  malice  join, 
To  execute  their  curft  defign. 


118  Psalm  69. 

3  Yet,  gracious  Geo,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  biefling  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufferings  of  thy   Soa 
Aton'd   for  fins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The    pangs  of  our    expiring  Lord 
The   honours  of  thy   law  reflor'd  : 
His  forrows   made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

^  O  !    for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live  ; 
The  Lord   will  hear   us  in  his  name, 
Nor  {hall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

Psalm  69.      2d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [fe>] 

Ver.  7,  &c.     Chrift*  s  fuffe rings  and  zeal. 

x  ''TWAS  for  our  fake,   eternal   God, 
-i-    Thy   Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy    load 
Of  bafe    reproach  and  fore  di Thrace, 
And  fhame  dehTd  his  facred  face, 

2  The  Jews,   his   brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  thur  fin : 
While   he  fuifili'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate   him,    but   without  a    caufe 

3  ["My  Father's  houfe,"   faid  he,  "was  made 
"  A   place   for  worfhip,  not  for  !  ade  ;" 
Then,    feathering  all   their  gold  and   bra  fa, 
He  fcourgM  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

4  [Zeal  for  the   temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd   his   blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 
He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own. J 

5  [His  friends  forfook,   his  followers   fled, 
While   foes  and  arms   furround   his  head; 
They  curfe   him  with  a  flandcrous   tongue, 
And  the   falfe  judge   maintains  the   wrong.] 

6  His  life   they  load  with    hateful  lies, 
And   charge  his  lips  with   blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him    to  the  fhamefui  tree; 
There   hung   the  man   that  dy'd   for  me  J 

7  [Wretches,   with   hearts  as  hard  as  ftones,, 
Infult   his  piety  and  groans ; 
Gall  was  the  food   they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  third  with  vinegar.]   . 


Psalm  71. TU 

8  But  God  beheld,   and  from  his   throne 
Marks  out   the  men   that  hate   his  Son  ; 
The   fund  that  rais'd  him   from   the  dead 
Shall  pour   due  vengeance  on   their  head. 


Psalm  71.     \J  Part.    Common  Metre.    [b3 

Ver.  .^ — 9.     The  aged  faint's  reflc&um  and  hope* 

1  TV /f Y  God,   my  everlafting  hope, 
-lVjL  I  live   upon  thy  truth  : 

Thine   hands  have  held   my   childhood  up, 
And   ftrengthen'd  all  my   youth. 

2  My  flefh  was  falhion'd  by   thy   power, 

With  all    thefe  limbs  of  mirr  : 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my   life  new   wonders   feen, 

Repeated  every  year  : 
Behold    my  days  th-u   yet  remain, 
I    trail  them   to   thy   care. 

4  Caft  me   not  off  when  ftrength  decline?, 

When  hoary   hairs   arife ; 
A^d  round  me  let   thy  g;ory  (hinc, 
Whene'er   thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then,  in  the  hiftory  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my    days, 
They'll  read  thy  love   in  every   page, 
In   every   line,  thy  praife. 

Psalm  71.  2d  Part.    Common  Metre.  [*] 
Ver.  15.  14,  16,  23,  28,   24. 

Chrift  cur  Jliength  and  righUoufnefs, 
1   TV/TY   Saviour,   my   Almighty    Friend, 
1VA  When    I   begin   thy   praife, 
Where   will   the  growing  numbers   end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
fi  Thou  art  my   everlafting  truft, 
Thy   goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
And   Gnce  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fpeak   thy   glories   more. 

3  My  feet  fhall  travel   all    the  length 

Of  the   celeftial  road, 
And   march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  nll'd  with  fore  didrer3 

Foi  fome  furpriurg  fin. 


120 Psalm  71, 

Pil  plead  thy  perfect  ri^hteoufnefs. 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my   lips   rejoxe  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my    Kin^  ! 
My  foul,   redeem'd  from   fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation   fing. 

6  [My  tongue  {hall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes   to  mamc, 
And  drown' d  them  in   his   blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ; 

With  this  delightful  fong 
1*11  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the   feafon   long.] 

Psalm  71.   id  Part.   Common  Metre,   [bj 

Ver.  17 — 2ir     The  aged  Chrijtiqn's  prayer  and  fong  i 

or,  old  age,  death,  and  the  refurreBion. 
1  Z^1  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
V-T  The  guide  of  all   my  days, 
I  have  declarM   thy  heavenly  truth, 
And  told  thy   wondrous  ways. 
3  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  (hall  fuftain  my  finking  years. 
If  God   my   ftrength   depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  ana*  truth  proclaim, 

To  the  iurviving   age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  {hall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The   land  of  filence  and  of  death. 

Attends  my  next  remove; 
O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide   world   thy   love ! 
Pause. 

5  Thy  righteouwiefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable   thy  deeds; 
Thy  glory  fpreads   beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my   praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threatenings   roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  forea 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 


P8ALM  12. 121 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fovereign  power  to  fave ; 
At  thy   command  I  venture  dowa. 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie   buryM   deep  in  duft, 

My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care ; 
Theie  withering  limbs  with  thee  I  trafr, 
To   rzife  them   iVong   and  fair. 

Psalm  72.      \Jl  Part,     Long  Metre.     [$$] 

The  kingdom  of  CAnft- 

1  (~*  REAT  God,  whofe  univei  fal    fway 
y~7  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom   to   thy   Son, 
Extend  his  power,    exalt   his   throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well   becomes  his  hands, 
All  heaven  fubmits  to   his  commands; 
His  juftice  (hall    avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail   no  more. 

3  With  power   he  vindicates   the  juft, 
And  treads  th*   opprefibr  in   the  duit  : 
His  worfhip  and   his  fear  fhall   lafr, 

Till  hours,"  and  years,  and  time   be  pafL 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  influence    down ; 
His  grace   on   fainting    fouls  diitils, 
Like   heavenly   dew  on  thirfty   hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie   beneath 
The   (hades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive   at  his  rirft  dawning    light, 
And   defarts   bisfTom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  fleurifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in   the  robes  of  joy  and   praife  ; 
Peace,   like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall   flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Psalm  72.     2d  Part.      Long  Metre.      [&] 

Chrijfs  kingdom  among  the  GentiUs* 

1  TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the   fun 
J    Does  his  fucceflive  journies   run  : 
His  kingdom  ftre;ch  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 

2  [Behold  !    the  iflands,  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her   be(l  tribute  brings  : 

L 


122 Psalm  73. 

From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold  ; 
There  India  fhines  in   Eaftem  gold; 
And  barbarous  nations,  at   his  word, 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.  3 

4  For  him  (hall   endlefs   prayer  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  his  head; 
His  name,  like  fweet  perfume,  fhall  rife 
With  every  morning  facrifice. 

5  People,  and  realms   of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong; 
And  infant  voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleflings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  prifoner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difpl-ays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more ; 
In  h>m  the   tribes  of  Adam   boaft 

More  bleflings  than  their  father    loft. 

8  Let  every  creature  rife    and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with   fongs   again, 
And  earth    .epeat  the  long  amen.] 

Psalm  73.    \Jl  Part.    Common  Metre.    [b] 

AjfliEled  faints  happy,    and  profperous  Jlnncrs  curfed; 

1  XJOW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
1^1    To  men  of  heart  iincere, 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd 
And    border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  grievM  to  fee    the  wicked  thrive, 

And   fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How    pleafant  and  profane   they  live  ! 
44  How   peaceful  is  their  death! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefti  and  haughty  eyes 

"They    lay   their  fears   to  fleep; 
11  Again!!  tht!  heavens   their   flanders  rife, 
44  While  faints  in  ftlence   weep. 
£  "In  vain  1   lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
"  And  cleanfc  my  heart  in  vain  % 


Psalm  73.  123 

t  ~  .  -.-•  m m , 

"For  I   am   chafren'd    ali   the   day ; 
"The  night   renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while   my  tofigue  indulg'd  complaints,' 

I    felt  my   heart   reprove; 
"  Sure  I  (hall  thus   offend   thy    dints, 
"  And  grieve  the   men  I  love." 

6  But  (lill   I  found  my    doubts  too  hard* 

The    conflicl   too  fevcre, 
Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,    as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  Taw  the   finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  (lippery  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boait, 

Till,  at  thy   frown,  he  fell  ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in   hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was! 

How   like  a  thoughtlefs  head  i 
Thus  to  fufpeft   thy   promis'd   grace, 
And  think  the  wicked    bleft  ! 
id  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair, 
Upheld   by  power  unknown; 
That  bleffed  hand  that  broke   the  fnare 
Shall   guide  me  to   thy  throne. 

Psalm  73.    2d  Part.  Common  Metre-    O] 

Ver.  23—28.     God  our   portion    here  and  hereafter. 
1  f^  OD,    my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
vJT  My  help  forever   near, 
Thine   arm  of  mercy  held  me   up, 
When   finking  in  defpair. 
«  Thy  counfels,   Lord,   fhall  guide   my  fee? 
Through   this   dark  wildernefs; 
Thine  hand   conduct   me  near  thy   feat, 
To  dwell   before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in   heaven  without   my   God, 

'T  would  be   no  joy   to  me  ; 
And   wnilft  this  earth  is   my  abode, 
I  long  for   none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings   of  life  were   broke, 

And   flclh  and  heart  {bould  faint! 


124 Psalm  7& 

God   is  my  foul's   eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  every   faint. 

5  Behold,  the  finriers  ifwt  remove 

Far  from    thy   prefence,   die ; 
Not  ail  the  idol   gods  they    love 
Can  fave   them  when  they   cry. 

6  But   to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  he  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue    (hall  found  thy  works   abroad, 
And  tell  th     world   my   joy. 

Psalm  73.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  92,  3,  6,  17 — 20.     The  prof  peri  ty  of  firmer s  curfed. 

1  T    ORD,   what  a   thoughtlefs   wretch   was  I, 
-l—i  To  mourn,   and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee   the  wicktd  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour   {nine  ! 

2  But,   O  their    end,    their   dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  *ancluary  taught   me  fo  : 

On    flippeiy  rocks  I  fee   them  (land, 
And  fi?ry   billows  roll   below. 

3  Now  iet  them  boafl  how  tall   they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  ;hem  again; 

There  they  may  (land  with   haughty   eyes, 
Till    they  plunge   deep  in  endjels  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  taft  they  flee ! 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes; 
Their  fongs   of  fofteft   harmony 

Are   but  a  preface  to  their   plagues. 

5  Now  I  eileem   their   mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear   to  purchafe  with  my   blood  ; 
Lord,   'tis   enough  that   thou  art  mine, 
My   life,    my  portion,  and  my    God. 

Psalm  73.     Short  Metre.     [*Q 

The   myjttry  of  providence   unfolded, 

1  CURE  there's  a   righteous  God, 
O   Nor  is  religion  vain ; 

Though  men  of  vicr   may  boaft  aloud^ 
And   men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I   faw  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 


Psalm  74. 125 

While   haughty  fools.    with  fcornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  fhme. 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe. 
Their   flefh  looks  full   and  fair  : 

Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
That  pious   fouls  endure, 

Through  all   their   life  oppreflion   reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble   poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 
The  evcrialting  God  : 

Their  malice  biafts  the  good    man's    name, 
And  Ipreads  their   lies  abroad. 

6  But  I,   with  flowing  tears, 
Indulge  my   doubts  to  rife  ; 

"Is  there  a  God   that  fees  or  hears 
"The  things   below   the  fkies  ?"] 

7  The  tumults  of  my    thought 
Held  me   in  hard    fufpenie, 

Till   to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  broug 
To  learn    thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word,  with  light   and  power. 
Did   my  mi  flakes  amend  ; 

I  view'd  the  finner's  lives  before, 
But  here   I   learnt   their   end. 

9  On  what  a  flippery   fteep 
The   thoughclets  wretches  g^  ! 

And   O,    that  dreadful  fiery    ct 

That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 
jo     Lord,  at  thy    feet  I  bow. 

My  thoughts   no  more  repine ; 
I  call  my   God  my  portion   now, 

And  ail  my   powers  are   thine. 

Psalm  74.     Common  Metre.     [fc>] 

Tkt  a  ding  with  God  under  fort  per  fee 

1   VI  TILL  God  forever  caft  us  off? 
VV     His  wrath  forever  fmoke 
Agamfl  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  choien  flock  ? 

f  the  tribes  fo  dearly   bough": 
With  their  Redeemer's   Hood  j 

L  2 


126 Psalm  74. 

Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march   in  hafle. 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See   what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walis. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 
Over  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
Sad  tokens   of  their  power. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 

They  tear  thy   buildings  down; 
And  he   that   deals  the  heavieft  ftroke, 
Procures   the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  neft ; 
"Come,  let  us  burn  at  once,"  they  cry, 
"  The   temple  and  the    pried.'* 

7  And  dill,    to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn; 
Thy  wonted   figns  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet   fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes, 

Hut  all   the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us   knows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 
Pause. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God !    how  long 

Shall   men  of  pride   blafpheme  ! 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  (hame  ? 

jo  Canfl   thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd? 
And  llill   thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withhold  thine  hand? 

ji  What  ftrange  deliverance  haft  thou  fhowc 
In  ages   long    before ! 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea, 
By  thy  reiiftlefs  might, 
To  make   thy   tribes  a  wondrous  way* 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 


Psalm  15. 127 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not   bid  the  morning  fhine 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  power  form'd  every  coaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat,  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual   rounds  ? 

15  And   fhall  the   fons  of  earth   and  dud 

That   facred  power  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand,  that  form'd  them  firft5 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name? 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  : 
Nor   let   the    birds  of  prey  invade 
And   vex    thy   mourning   dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  : 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  Almighty  God, 
And  give  thy   children  reft. 

Psalm  75.     Long  Metre.     [»] 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone* 
1  THO  thee,  Moft  Holy,  and  Moft  High, 
JL     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife; 
Thy   works  declare   thy   name  is  nigh, 
Thy   works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 
B  ,;To   flavery  doom'd,    thy  chofen  fons 
M  Beheld  their  foes   triumphant    rife  ; 
M  And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
44  They  fought  the  Sovereign  of  the  fkies. 

3  u,T.\-as  then,  great  God,  with  equal  power, 
44  Arofe   thy   vengeance   and   thy  grace, 

44  To   feoufge  their   legions  from  the  fhore? 
4k  And  fave   the  remnant   of  thy  race." 

4  Let  haughty  finners  fink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo   high   their  fcornful  head; 
But  lay  their  ioolifti  thoughts  afide, 

And  own  the  "  empire"   God   hath  made 

5  Such  honours  never   come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow; 
5Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
rI  is  God  that  jays  another  low. 


128 Psalm  76, 

6  No  vain  pretence   to  royal   birth 
Shall  fix   a  tyrant  on   the   throne; 
God,    the  great    fovereign  of  the  earth, 
Will  rife,  and  make  his  juitice  known. 

7  [His   hand   holds  oat   the   dreadful   cup 
Of  vengeance,  mix'd  with  various  plagues, 
To  make  the  wicked   drink  them  up, 
Wring   out,  and  tads  the  bitter  dregs. 

8  Now  (hall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft  : 
And  while  he   tramples   on    the    proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in   the   dull, 
Our  lips   (hall   ling   his  praife  aloud.] 

Psalm  76.      Common  Metre.     [*} 

Ifrael  faved    and  the    Ajjyrians    dejhoyed ;    or,   God's 
veng<ance  againjl  his  enemies  proceeds  from  his  church. 

1  T  N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known ; 
X   His  name  in  Ifrael  great ; 

In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there   he  chofe; 
There  he  receiv'd   their  juft   complaints 
Againft   their  haughty  foes. 

3  From    Zion   went   his  dreadful   word, 

And   broke  the  threatening  fj>ear, 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And   crufh'd  th'   Affyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's   wide  kingdoms  elfc 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious   more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  flept  faft  in  death, 
And  never  found   their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,   O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  ! 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ! 
Thy  vengeat.ee,  who  can  tell ! 
»  What  power  can  (land  before  thy  fight, 
When  oner*  thy   wealth  Ippeart  ? 


Psalm  77. 129 

When  heaven  fhines  round   with  dreadful   light. 
The  earth    lies  dill  and   fears. 

8  When  God,  in  his   own  fovereign  ways, 

Comes  down   to  fave   th*   opprefs'd, 
The  wrath    of  man  (hall  work   his  praifr, 
And   he'll   reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute   bring  ; 

Ye  princes,  fear   his  frown  : 
His  terrors  (hake  the  proudeft  king, 

And   cut   an   army    down, 
xo  The  thunder  of  his  (harp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  (hall   Feel  : 
For  Jacob's  God  hath   not  forfook, 

Bat  dwells  in  Zion    dill.] 

Psalm  77.     1J!  Part.     Common  Metre,   [b] 

Melancholy  ajjaultingy  and  kept  prevailing, 

1  HPO  God  I    cry'd   with   mournful  voice, 

A     I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day  when  troubles  rofe, 
And  fill'd   my   heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,   and  dark  my  nights. 

My  foul  refus'd   relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still   I   complain'd,   and  dill  opprefs'd, 

My   heart   began   to  break : 
My   God,   thy    wrath    forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming   forrows  grew 

Till    I  could  fpeak   no  more; 
Then  I  within   myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments   o'er. 

5  I  call'd  ba^k  years  and  ancient  timet, 

When   I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  fpirit    fearch'd  for   feciet    crimes. 
That  might  withhold  thy   grace. 

6  I   call'd  thy  mercies  to  my    mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  : 
And  will  the  Lord  no   more  be   kind  r 
His  face   appear  no   more  ? 
)  Will  he  forever  caft  me  off? 
His  promife  ever  fiil  ? 


130  Psalm  77. 

».i  ■  i         .  i  ■    ,  # 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopclefs  thought, 

This  dark,   defpairing   frame, 
Remembering  what   thy   hand  hath  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  (lill  the   fame. 

9  I'll   think  again  of  all    thy   way?, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  Mem  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne; 

And   men,   that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fan&uary    known 
The   counfels   of  the  Lord. 

Psalm  77.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre,   [bl 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences ;    or,   If  rati 
delivered  from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

1  "TYOW    awfu*  is  thy  chaftening  rod?" 

AJL   (May   thine  own  children   fay,) 
"The  great,  the  wife,    the   dreadful  God, 
"How  holy  is  his  way !" 

2  I'll  meditate  thy  works   of  old ; 

The  King  who  reigns  above, 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 

And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke   opprefs'd ; 
Long  he  de*ay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feemM 

Abandon*  d  to  their  foes; 
But  bis  almighty  arm   redeem'd 
The  nation  that  he  chofe. 
£  Ifrael,  his  people  and  his   flieep, 
Mud  follow  where  he  calls; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And   made  the  waves   their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,   mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  m:ike  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea> 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown; 


Psalm  78. ]3l 

Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
S  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  found, 

Through   clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heaven  in  lightning  {hone  around, 

And  earth  with  thunder  (hook. 

9  Thine   arrows  through  the  fky  were  hurl'd  : 

How  glorious  is   the  Lord  ! 
Surpnie  and  trembling  feiz'd  the   world, 
And  his  own  faints  adored. 

10  He   gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 

And  fafe,    by   Mofes*  hand, 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

Psalm  78.     \ft  Part.    Common  Metre.    [*] 

Providences  of  God  recorded',   or,  pious  education  and 

ivJirucltGn  of  children, 
\  T    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
JL^  Which  God  perforrn'd  of  old; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  fitw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known ; 

His   works   of  power   and  grace ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Through  every  riling  race. 

3  Our  lips  (hall  tell  them  to  our  forts, 

And  they  again  to  their's ; 
That  generations  yet  unborn 

May    teach  them   to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  (hall   they  learn  in    God  alone 

Their  hope  iecurely  ftanus  ; 
That  they  may   ne'er  forgat  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

i  '       mjm 

Psalm  78.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

If  rati7  s   rebellion   and    punifkmtnt ;     or,    the  fins   and 

chajlifcments  of  God's  people. 
I  f\  WHAT"  a  (tiff  rebellious  houfe 
V>/  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folerrn  vc 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 
B  They  broke  the  covenant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws   d: 


132 Psalm  78. 

Forgot  the  works   he  wrought   to  prove 
His  power  before   their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the   plagues  on   Egypt  light, 

From   his  avenging   hand  ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread   o'er  that  flubborn  land. 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And   march  in   fafety  through, 
With  watery  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
Till  they   had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  (hade   and   light; 
By  day   it  prov'd  a   ihehering  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  third   fupply'd; 

The  guihing  wateis  fell, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A    conftant  miracle. 

7  Yet  they   provok'd  the   Lord  mod  high, 

And  dar'd  diftruft   his  hand  ; 
M  Can  he   with  bread  our  hofts  fupply 
U  Amidft  this  defert   land  ?" 

8  The   Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame ; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

Psalm  78.  3d  Part.    Common  Metre.    [>] 

The  punijhment  of  luxury  and  intemperance;  or,  ckaj- 

tifement  and  falvation. 
1  T  X  7HEN   Ifrael  fins,   the  Lord  reproves, 
VV     And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men   he    loves, 
And  fends  them  heavenly  bread. 
s>  He  fed  them  with  a  liberal  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known  j 
He   gave   the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provilion  down. 

3  The  manna,   like  a  morning  fhower, 

Lay  thick   around  their  feet  : 
The  corn  of  heaven,   fo  light,   fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murmuring   language  faid, 

•'  Manna  is  all  our  feafl, 


Psalm  78. 133 

"  We    loatlie  this  light,    this   air)-  bread; 
"We   muft    have   flefh  to   tafte." 

5  "Ye  ihall  have    flefh   to   pleafe  your  luft,,? 

The   Lord,    in  wrath,  reply'd; 
And   fent   them    quails,  like   land  or   duQ, 
Heap'd   up  from  fide   to   fide. 

6  He  gave  them   all   their  own   defire ; 

And  greedy   as  they   fed, 
His   vengeance  burnt   with   fecret  fire, 
And  fmote   the  rebels  dead. 

7  When   fome  were  flain,   the  reft   return'd, 

And  fought   the    Lord  with  tear> ; 
Under  the  rod  they   fear'd  and   mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their   fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,   and   ftill  forgave, 

Till,    by    his  gracious  hand, 

The  nation   he   refolv'd    to  fave 

PoiTefs'd   the   promis'd  land. 

Psalm  78.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.   32,    &x.     BackjLiding   and  jorgivenefs;    or,    fit 
punifhed,  and  fa  in  is  fa  vat. 

1  f^  REAT  God.    how  eft  did  HVacl  prove 
VJ  By  turns  trrne   anger  and  thy   love  ! 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hears  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how   falfe  they  be. 

2  How  fcon  the  faithlefs   Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God   bad  wrought 
Then  they   provoke   him    to  his   face, 
Nor  fear  his  power,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord    confum'd  their  years   in  piin, 
And  made   their  travels  long  and   vain; 
A  tedious  march  through    unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,   and   fpent  their  days> 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren   {lain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the   Lord  again ; 
Call'd   him  the   Rock   of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  i-.d  their  God. 

5  Their  prayers  and  vows   before  him  rife. 
As  flattering   words,   or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfc  to  his  covenant  and  his  lovc> 

M 


134 Psalm  80. 

6  Yet  did  his  fove reign   grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er   dcferv'd   to  live; 
His  anger  oft  away  he    turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle   flame   it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh   was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail  ; 

The  Go.:   of  Abrah'm  lov'd   them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

Psalm  80.     Long  Metre.     [fc>] 

The  church's  pray tr  under  affliclion ;  or>  the  vineyard 
of  God  wajled. 

1  r*  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine   Ifrael, 

vJT  Who  didft   between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  through  the   defert  and  the  deep; 

2  Thy  church  is   in  the   defert  now, 

Shine  from  on  high,   and  guide   it  through^ 
Turn  us  to   thee,  thy  love   reftore  ; 
We  (hall  be  fav'd,  and  flgh  no  more. 

3  Great   God,  whom  heavenly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return? 
How  long  {hall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 

4  Inftead  of  wine,   and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy   love  reftore  ; 
We  fhall  be  Cav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause  I. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the   fpreading  branches  ftioot. 
And  bleft  the  nations  with  their  fruit ! 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look   down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd? 
Why  haft   thou  laid  her  fences  wade? 
Strangers  and   foes  againft  her  join, 
And  every  bead  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  Almighty  God,  return ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn.: 


Psalm  81, 135 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy    love   rei. 
Wc  (hall  be  fav'd,   and  figh   no   more. 
Pause  II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaaa  grew. 
Thou  waft  its  ftrcngth  and  glory  'oo ; 
Attacked  in  vain   by   all  its  foes, 

Till   the  fair  Branch  of  Promife  rofe. 

10  Fair   Branch,  ordain'd  of  o.d  to  (hoot 
From    David's  flock,  from  Jacob's  root; 
Himfelf  a   noble  vine,  a:.d   we 

The   lefler  branches  of  the    tree. 
li  Tis  thine   own  Son!    and   he   (ball   ft?nd, 

Girt  with  rhy    flrength,   at   thy   right    hand; 

Thy  firft-born   Son,   adom'd  and   bleft 

With  power   ai:d   grace  above    the  reft. 
12  Oh  !    for  his  fake,   attend  our   cry; 

Shine   on  thy   churches,  left  they    die  : 

Turn  us  to  thee,   thy    love    reftore ; 

We  {hail  be  fav'd,   and  figh  no   more. 

Psalm  81.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.    i,  8 — i6.     The  warnings  of  God  U  his  people ; 
or»  Spiritual  bLJjings  and  punijkments. 

1  CING  to  the  Lord   aloud, 
O  And   make  a  joyful  noife  ; 

God   is   our   ftrength,   our    Saviour  God, 
Let   If:ae!  hear    his   voice. 

2  "From   vile  idolatry 

"  Prcferve  my   worihip  clean  ; 
"  I   am  the  Lord,   who   fet   thee   free 
"  From   ftavery  and  from   fin. 
q       M  Stretch  thv   defires  abroad, 
"  And   I'll  fupply   them  well  : 
"But   if  ye   will  refuft  your    God, 
"If  Ifrad  will   rebel; 
4       "  I'll  leave   them,"  faith   the  Lord, 
"  To   their   own    lufts   a   prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dangerous  road ; 
"'Tis  their  own  chofen   way. 
£      "  Yet,  O    that  all  m>    faints 

"  Would   hearken   to  my    voice ; 
11  Soon  1   would  eafe  their  fore   complaints, 
"  And   bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 


136  Psalm  82,  83. 


6  "While   I   deftroy   their   foes, 
"I'd   richly,  feed  my   flock, 
"And  they    mould    tafte   the  flream   that  flows 
"  From    their  eternal    Rock." 


Psalm  82.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

God  the  Jkpreme  Governor;    or,   ma&ifi rates  warned^ 

1  A  MONG  the  afTemblies   of  the  great, 
ii  A   greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God   of  heaven,  as  Judge,   furveys 
Thofe   gods   on  earth,   and  all    their  ways. 

2  Why  will  you  then  frame  wicked  laws? 
Or   why   fupport   th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When   will    ye   once  defend  the  poor, 
That   finners   vex    the   faints   no  more? 

3  They  know  not,    Lord,  nor  will   they  know; 
Dark  are   the  ways  in  which   they  go : 
Their  nam?  of  earthly   gods  is  vain, 

For  they  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and   let  thy  Son 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 
He  is  our  Judgv*,  and   he  our    God, 
- .  *  ■         i  ■■* » 

Psalm  83.      Short  Metre-     [b] 

A  complaint  againjl  ptr-ecutori. 
j         A  ND  will  the   God  of  Grace 
x~\.  Perpetual   filence  keep? 
The   God   of  Juftice   hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  r 

2  Behold,  what  curfed  fnares 
The   men  of  mifchief  fpread; 

The  men  that  hate  thy  faints,    and  thee, 
Lift  up  their    threatening  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden   ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 

And  malice,   with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them   to  deftroy. 

4  The   noble  and  the  bafe 
Into  thy   paftures    leap; 

The  lion  and  the  ftupid  afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  fheep. 

5  "  Come,    let  us  join,"  they  cry, 
"To  root  them  from  the   ground, 


Psalm  84. 137 

"  Till  not  the   name  of  faints  remain, 
"Nor  memory  mall   be  found." 

6  Awake,  Almighty  God, 

And  call  thy   wrath   to  mind  ; 
Give  them,  like   forefts,   to  the   fire, 
Or   ftubble   to   the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs,   Lord, 
And  make  them    feek  thy  name; 

Or  elfe   their  ftubborn  rage   confound, 
That   they   may   die   in   fhame. 

8  Then  (hall  the  nations  know 
That   glorious,  dreadful   word, 

Jehovah   is  thy  name  alone, 
And    thou  the  fovereign    Lord. 

Psalm  84-      \ft  Part.     Long  Metre,     [*] 

The  pleafure  of  public  zuorfkip. 

1  T  TOW  pleafant,  how   divinely  fair, 

JLl.  O   Lord  of  Hods,   thy  dwellings   are! 
With   long   riefire    my   fpirit   faints 
To  meet  th'   ailemblies  of  thy   faints. 

2  My   flefh  wouJd  reft  in  thine   abode  ; 
My  panting  heart    cries   out  for  God  ; 
My  God!    my   King!    why    mould  I  br 
So  far  from   ail  my  joys  and   thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  choofes   where   to   red, 
And  for  her  young  provides   her   nefl  : 
But  will  my    God  to  fparrows   grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Bleft  are   the  faints  who  fit   on  high, 
Around  thy  throne    of  majefty  ; 
Thy   brighter}  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work   is  praife  and  love. 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the   temple   of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold   thy  gentler  rays, 

And  feek  thy   face,   and   learn  thy   prailc. 
€  Bleft  are  the   men  whofe   hearts  are  fct 

To   find  the   way    to   Zion's   gate  : 

God  is   their  ftrength;    and  through   the  roai 

They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 
*»  Cheerful  they   walk,    with   growing  flren^ 

Till  all  (hall   meet   in  hcateo   at  l€ 

M  2 


138 Psalm  34, 

Till   all   before  thy   face   appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

Psalm  84%    2d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*Q 

God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

1  r>  REAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion   lings 
V-T  The  joy  that  from   thy  preferice   fprings; 
To  fpend  one  day  with   thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufarid  days  of  mirth. 

8  Might  I  enjoy   the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy   houfe,  O  God  of  Grace, 
Not  tents  of  cafe,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to   leave  thy   door. 

3  God  is  our   fun  ;   he  makes  our  day  : 
God  is  our  (hield;    he  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  afTauhs  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory   too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and   withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

,5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe   fovereign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heaven  obey  ; 
And  devils  at   thy  pretence  flee ; 
Bled   is  the   man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

PsalivI  84.     Common  Metre.     [&] 

Ver.   l,   4,   2,    3,   10,    paraphrafed.     Delight  in    ordi* 

nances  of  worjhip  ;  or,  God  prefent  in  his  churches 
\  TV  JTY  foul,   how  lovely  is  the  place 
iVl  To  which  thy  God  reforts ! 
'Tis   heaven    to  fee  his   fmiling   face, 
Though   in  his   earthly   courts. 

2  There   the  great   Monarch  of  the  fkies 

His  faving  power  difplays ; 
And   l'rght  breaks  in  upon   our   eyes, 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With    his  rich   gifts  the  Heavenly    Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While    Chrift   reveals  his  wondrous   love" 
And  fheds   abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,   mighty  God,   thy  words  detUrfc 

The   fee  re";  of  thy  will  : 


Psalm  84- 139 

And  ftill  we  feek  th>   mercy   there, 
And  ling  thy   praifes  ftill. 
Pause. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh   cry  out  for  thee, 

While   far  from    thine  abode  : 
When    (hall  I  tread   thy   courts,  and  fe€ 
My   Saviour  and  my   God  ? 

6  The   fparrow   builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And   fuffers  no  remove; 
O  make    me,   like  the   fparrows,  bleff, 
To  dwell   but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one   day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And   hear   thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a   whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in   carnal  joy?. 
3  Lord,   at   thy  threfhold   I  would   wait, 
While   Jefus   is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a   throne   of  date, 
Or   live   in   tents  of  fin. 
9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And   the   more   boundief»   i:a, 
For  one   blelt  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give   them  both  away. 

Psalm  84.     Hallelujah  Metre.     [*] 

Longing  Jot  the  koufc  of  G:d. 
t       T    ORD  of  the  worlds  abov?, 
-Li  How  pleafant  and  how   fail 
The  dwellings  of  thy   love, 
Thine  earthly   temples  are  i 
To  thine  abode 
My   heart   afpires, 
With   warm  de fires 
To  fee  my    God. 
«-      The  fparrow  for  her  young. 
With  pleafure  feeks   a   neil, 
And  wandering  fwallows    lon£ 
To   find  their  wonted   reil  : 
My    fpirit  faints, 
With  equal    zeal 
To   rife  and  dwell 
Among   thy  faints. 
3       O  happy  fouls,    that  pray 

Where  God  appoints    tu   hsa: 


HO Psalm  85, 

O  happy  men,   that  pay 
Their   conftant  fcrvice   there  ! 

They  praife  thee   flill ; 

And  happy  they 

That   love  the  way 

To   Zion's  hill  ! 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to   ftrength* 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till   each   arrives   at   length, 

Till  each  in   heaven  appears  : 

0  glorious  feat, 
When   God   our   King 
Shall   thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 

Pause. 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and   faints  abider 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than    thousand   days  befide  : 
Where  God  reforts, 

1  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door, 
Than  mine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
With   gifts  his   hands  are  filPd, 
We  draw  our   blefTmgs   thence  : 

He  fliall  beftow 
On  Jacob's   race 
Peculiar  grace 
And   glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his   people   loveS; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe   his   heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 

Thrice   happy   he, 
O  God  of  Hofts, 
Whofe   fpirit   trufts 
Alone  in  thee  ! 

Psalm  S5.    \Jl  Part.    Long  Metre.  [*r] 

Ver.    l — 8.       Waiting  for  an  anfwer  to  prayer;    or9 

deliveranc:  begun  and  completed. 
l  T    ORD,  thou  haft  call'd   thy  grace   to  mind; 
m~*  Thou  haft  rcverVd  our  heavy  doom  : 


Psalm  85,  86. 141 

So  God  forgave  when    Israel   fi..n'd, 
And  brought  h«   wandering   captives  home. 
i  Th  hi  haft  begun  to  <et  us  fiee, 
And   made   thy   fieiceft   wrath  abate  ; 
Now  let  our    heirts  he  ttlrtfd    to  thee, 
And  thy    falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,    Lord, 
And  let  thy   (a;nts  in  thee   rejoice; 
Make  known  thy  trut>,  fulfil  thy  word; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We   wait   to  hear  what   God  will  \ay  ; 
He'll    fpeak  and -give    his  people   peace: 
But  let   them   run  no  more  altray, 

Left   his    returning    wrath   incrcafe. 


PiALM  85.     -2d  Part.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  Q.  8cc.     Salvation  by  Ckijl. 

2  C  ALVATION    is  forever  nigh 

O  The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 
And  grace,  defcendmg  from  on  high, 
Frcfti  hopes  of  glory-  (hall  afford, 
ft  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the   Lord  came  down  from  heaven : 
By  his  obedience,  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  trmh  and   honour  (hall  abound, 
Religion  dwrell   on  earth  again, 

And  heavenly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
In  our   Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  goee  before, 
To  give  us  tee  accefs  to   God  : 

Our  wandering  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

Psalm  86.     Common  Metre.     [•#] 

Ver.  o — 13.     A  gentral  Jong   of  praife  to  Goa\ 
1     A  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
X~\.  There's  none  hath  power  divine; 
Nor  is  their   nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
1  The  nations  thou  haft   made,  fhall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 


142 Psalm  87,  89. 

3  Lord,  I   would  walk  with  holy  feet; 

Teach   me  thy  heavenly    ways, 
And   my  poor   fcattcr'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God   my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,   and  my  tongue 

Shall  thole  fwe<  t  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace   my   finking  foul 
Rote   from   the   deeps  of  hell. 

Psalm  87.     Long  Metre,     [*] 

The  church  the    birth-place  of  the  faints  ;     or,    Jtwi 
and  Gentile*  united  in  the  Chrijtian  church. 

1  f^  OD  in  his  earthly   temple  lays 

VJX  Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praife  : 
He   likes  the  tents   of  J^acob   well, 
But  (till  in   Zion   loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 

That  pay   their  night  and  morning  vows; 
But  makes   a  more  delightful  (lay 
Where   churches   meet  to  praife  and  pray, 

3  What  glories  were   defcrib'd  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there   begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and   men  {hall  join  to.  fing 
The  hill   were   living  watecs^Tpring. 

5  When  God   makes   up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount,    > 
'Twill  be   an  honour  to  appear 

As  one   new   born,  or  nouriuYd   there  ! 

Psalm  89.      \fi  Part.     Long  Metre.     [>3 

The  covenant  made  with  Chrifl  ;    or,  the  true  David. 
l  T^OREVER  (hall   my  feng  record 

-F    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the   Lord  ; 

Mercy   and  truth   forever  (land, 

Like  heaven,   eftablifh'd   by  his  hand. 
£  Thus  to   his  Son  he  fware,  and  faid, 

" With  thee   my  covenant  firft  is  made; 

"In  thee   (hall   dying   finners  live; 

"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 


Psalm  89. 143 

3  "Be  thou   my  Prophet,   thou  my    Prieft ; 
"Thy  children  (hall  be  ever  bleft; 

w  Thou  art   m>    chofen  King  ;   thy  throne 
"Stall  ftand  eternal,  like  my  own. 

4  "There's  none  of  all  my   Tons  above 
"So   much  my  image  or  my  love; 
11  Celeftial  powers   thy  fubjecb  are  : 
"Then  what  can  earth   to   thee   compare? 

5  "David,  my  fcrvant,    whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  fleck,    to  crufh  my  foes, 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  ihe  Jcwiftl  throne, 
"  Was  but  a   (hadow  of  my   Son." 

6  Now   let  the  church   rejoice  as;d  fing 
Jefus,  her  Saviour  and  her  King; 
Angels   his  heavenly  wonders  (how, 
And  faints  declare  Bis  works  beiow. 

Psalm  89.    lfl  Part.    Common  Metre.   [>] 

The  fait'  God. 

1  ATY    never-ceafing   fong*  (hall  (how 
iY-L  The   mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  lucceeding  agc3   know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The   {'acred   truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall   firm  as  heaven  endure  : 
And   if  he  fpeak  a  promife   once, 
Th'  eternal  grace   is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The   promis'd  J  e with   throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  covenant   feal'd 
To    David's  greaier   Son. 

4  His  feed  forever  {hall   poflefs 

A   throne  above   the   fkics  ; 

The   meaneft  ttfbjecl    of  his  grace 

11   ro  that   glory  rife. 

5  Lord    God  of  Hods,    thy  wondrous  ways 

Are    fung  by  faints  above  ; 
And   faints  on    earth   their   honours  raife 
To  thine   urchar. 

Psalm  89.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

The  power  and  majejiy  of  God  ;  or9  reverential  zlv 
i  ,l^7rITH  reverence   let  the  faints  appear, 
V  V     Ar4  bow  before  the  Lord ; 


144 Psalm  89* 

His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his   word. 

s  How  terrible   <hy   glories  be ! 

How   bright   (nine   armies  fhine ! 
Where   is  the   j>ower.  that  vies  with  thee? 
Or   truth   compar'd   with    thine  r* 

3  The   northern   pole   and   fouthern   reft 

On  thy    fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at   thy  command. 

4  Thy   words  the  raging  wiods  control, 

And   rule   the  boifterous   deep; 
Thou   mak'ft   the  fleeping  billows  roll, 

The  rolling  billows  fleep. 
ry  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance   Ihine, 

When  Egypt  durft  rebel  ! 
6  Juflice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous   Is  thy  grace ; 
While   truth   and  mercy,  join'd  in   one, 

Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


Psalm  89.   3d  Part.   Common  Metre.   [*] 

Ver.    15,  &c.     A  blejjed  g  of  pel. 

1  T>LEST  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
J3  The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 

Peace  (hall  attend  the  paths   they  go, 
And  light   their  fteps  furround 

2  Their  joy  fhall   bear  their  fpirits  up, 

Through   their  Redeemer's  name ; 
His   righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor   Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  lalvation  gives  : 
Ifrael,  thy   King  forever  reigns, 
Thy   God  forever  lives. 

Psalm  89.  kth  Part.  Common  Metre,  [xj 

Ver.   19,  &c.     CAriJI's  mediatorial  kingdom',    or,  his 

divine  and  human  nature, 
t  TJEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
t~L  And  made  his  mercy  known  : 


Psalm  89. 145 

"  Sinners,  behold  your  help  is  hid, 
11  On  my   Almighty   Son. 

8  "Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chote 
44  Among  your  mortal  race ; 
"His  head  my  holy  oil  overflows, 
"The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  "  Hi^h  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

44  My   people's  better   King  ; 
"My  arm  fhall   beat  his  rivals  down, 
"And  (till  new  fubjecls  bring. 

4  "My  truth  (hall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

44  With  mercy  by  his  fide, 
44  While  in  my  name,   through  earth  and  fes, 
44  He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

»5  "Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 
44  He  fhaJl  forever  own, 
**Call  me  his  rock,   his  high  abode, 
44  And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

$  "  My  firft-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 
44  At  my  right  hand   fhall  fit; 
"Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place; 
"  And  monarchs  at   his  feet. 

7  "My  covenant  {lands  forever  faft; 
44  My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
"Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
44  His  feed  endure  as  long.* 

Psalm  89.    5th  Pari.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.   30,  &c.     The   covenant  of  grace  unchangeable.? 

or%  afflictions  without  rejeclion. 
1  "  VTET   (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
1     44  The  children  of  my  Son, 
"  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  graQe, 
44  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

3  "  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the   rod, 

44  And  make  their  folly  fmart; 
"But  I'll  not  ceale  to  be  their  God, 

44  Nor  from  my  truth  depart, 
£  i4  My   covenant   I   will  ne'er  revoke, 

"  out   keen  my  2r?ce  m  rnind; 


146  Psalm  89. 


"And  what  eternal  love  hath   fpoke, 
11  Eternal  truth  (hall    bind. 

4  "Once  have   I  fworn,  (I   need  no  more) 

"And  pledgM   my  holinefs, 
"To  fea!   the  facred  promife   fure 
"To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "The  fun   {hall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 

"  And  fpread  from   fea  to  fea, 
"Long  as  he  travels  round  the  Ikies, 
"To  give  the   nations   day. 

6  "Sure  as  the  moon,   that  rules  the  night, 

"  His  kingdom   (hall  endure, 
"Till  the  fix'd   laws  of  (hade  and  light 
"  Shail  be  obferv'd  no  more." 

Psalm  89.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre.     [b] 

Ver.  47,  &c.     Mortality  and  hope* 
A    funeral    pfalm. 

1  "D  EMEMBER,  Lord,   our  mortal  ftatc  ; 
XV  How  frail  our  life!  how  Ihort   the  date! 
Where   is   the  man   that  draws   hi*  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  dier 
Our  flefh  and  fenfe   repine  and  cry,. 

"  Mpft  death  forever  rage   and  reign? 
"Or  haft:   thou  made  mankind  in    vain? 

3  "  Where  is   thy   promife  to   the  juft  ? 
"Are   not   thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ?" 
Bur  faith  forbids   thefe   mournful  fighs, 
And  ices  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes   the   reproach   of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy   word  : 
Awake,   our  fouls,   and  blefs  the   Lord. 

Psalm    89.     Long  Particular  Metre,     [b], 

Ver.  47,  &c.     Li/e,  death,  and  tht   rcfunettion. 
y  HPHINK,    mighty   God,  on  feeble   man  ; 
■*     How   few  his  hours!  how  fhort  his  fpan  ? 

Short   froin   the  cradle   to  the  grave  ! 
Who   can  fecure   his  vital   breath 
A<*ainft   the  bold  demands  offdeath, 
1  (kill  to  fly,  or  power  to  fate  ? 


Psalm  90. 14j 

A  Lord,    (hall  it  be  forever    iaid, 
"The  race   of  man  was   only   made 

».  For  ficl  aad  Ac  dull?" 

Are  not    il  ^  aay  D>*   <%> 

Sent    to   ;1  and   turn'd   to  clay  ^ 

j,    where'a   thj    kindnefs  to  the  ju 
2  Haft  thou   not  prunm'd  to    thy  Son, 
And  ail  his  fc 

Bat  fled  and   fcefc   indulge  drfj 
Forever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That   faith  can   read   hs   holy    v. 
And  find  a   relurrection  there. 
4  Forever  bleiTed   be    the  Lord, 

Who   gives  his  faints   a   long   reward 

For  all   their  toil,    reproach   and   pain; 
Ld   all'below,    an::  ali   above, 
Join    to  proclaim    thy  iove, 

And  each  repeat  a  louu  ^nen. 


Psalm  90.     Long  Metre.     Lb] 

Man  mortal,  a**  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  fong  at  a   funeral. 

1  THROUGH  rver>    age,  etema    God, 

1    Thou  art   our  left;  ou:    fate  abode: 
High   was   thy  throne  ere   heaven  was   made, 
Or  earth  thy   humbe   footftool    laid. 

2  Long   hadft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or   duft  was   faih.on'd   into  man; 

And  long   thy    kingdom  fhall   endure, 
When  earth   and   time  (hall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,    is  born  to  die, 
Made   up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy   dreadful 'fen.er.ee,    Lord,   was  juit, 
■■  Return,  ye  finners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce    to  a   day    in  thine   account; 
Like  yefterday's   departed   Jight, 

Or   the  laft  watch  oi  ending  night.J 
Pause. 

5  Death,   like  an  overflowing   ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away ;  our    life*!   a  r!ream ; 
An  empty   tale  ;  a  morning  Cower, 

down  and  witheT'd   in  an 


148  Psalm  90. 


6  I  Our  age  to   feventy  years  is  fet  : 

How  fhort  the   term!  how  frail  the  (late! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh   and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  O   how   oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expe&ed  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble   dread; 
We  feai    the   power  that  ftrikes  us  dead.S 

8  Teach  us,   O  Lord,   how  frail  is  man  ! 
And   kindly   lengthen  out  our  fpan, 
Till  a   wile  care  of  piety 

Fit   us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 


Psalm  90.    IJ  Part.    Common  Metre,   [bl 

Ver.    1—5.     Man  frail,  and  God  eternah 
3  /"V'TR  God,  our  talp  in  ages  paft, 
v_-/  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  {belter  from  the  ftormy  blaft. 
And  our  eternal   home ; 
s  Under  the  fliadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  recciVd  tar  frame, 

From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the   fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefo  to  dufij 

*■  Return,   ye  fons  of  men  :" 
All  nations  role  from  earth   at  nru\ 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages,    in  thy  fight, 

Are   like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as   the   watch  that   ends  the  night^ 

Before  the   riling  fun. 
|5  [The   bufy  tribes  of  flefb  and  blood. 

With  all  their   lives  and  cares, 
Are  carry'd  downwards  by  the  flood, 

And  loft  in  following  years. 
7  Time  like   an  ever-rolling  dream,. 

Bears  all   its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,   as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


Psalm  90.  141) 


6  Like  flower}'    fields   the  ra:icns  Qaiid, 

P.cas'd   with  the   morning  light  : 
The  flowers  beneath  the   mowers  hand 
Lk   withering  ere  'tis  night. j 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
Oar  hope    for  years  to   cume, 
Be    thou   our  guard  while   troubles   laft, 
And   our  eternal  home. 

Psalm  90.    c2d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.  8,    11,  9,   10,   12. 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  ejfcci  of  Jin ;  or,  life,  eld 

age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

;   T    ORD,   if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
JL-i  And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And   burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame   to  dud  : 

By  one   offence  to  thee, 
Adam,   with  all  his   fons,    have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  flies,, 

A  fable  or  a   fong ; 
By  iwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor   can   our  joys   be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe   days  amount 

To  threescore  years  and   ten ; 
And  all  beyond  that   foort  account 

Is  forrow,   toil  and   pain. 
j  [Our  vitals,   with  laborious   ftrife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy   load, 
And  drag   thofe  poor  remains  of  Frfe>  N 

Along  the  tirefome   road.j 
-6  Almighty  God,   reveal  thy  love, 

And   not  thy   wrath   alone; 
O   let  our   fweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of'  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls   would  learn   the  heavenly  arf 

T'  improve  the   hours  we   have, 
Ibat  we  may  act  the  wifer  part, 
And  five  beyond  the-  grave. 


150 Psalm  90,  91. 


Psalm  90.  id  Part.     Common  Metre.    [b5 

Ver.    13,  &c.     Breathing  after  heaven. 

1  T>  ETURN,   O   God  of  Love,  return  : 
i-V  Earth  is  a   tirefome    place  : 

How  long  fhall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years^ 

Let  tin  and  forrow  ceafe  ; 

And   in  proportion  to  our  tears* 

So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  mow, 

Make  thine   own   work  complete; 
Then  {hall  our  fouls  thy   glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  is  great. 

4  Then   mail  we  mine  before   thy  throne 

In  all  thy   beauty,  Lord ; 
And  the   poor  fervice  we  have  done 

Meet  a   divine  reward.  * 

Psalm  90.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.  5,  10,  12.     The  f rait)  and  Jhtrtnefs  of  lift. 
1       T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
A_J  Is  this  our  mortal  fram j ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarcc   deferves  the  name ! 
a       Alas  !    'twas  brittle  clay 
That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And   every   month  and  every   day 
*Tis  mouldering  back  to  dull. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  flay  ; 

Juft  like   a  flood   our  hafty  days. 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  mull  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight; 

We'll  fpend   them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let   them   fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's   tempeftuous  fea  : 

Soon   we   fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  blefi   eternity. 

Psalm  91.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.    1 — 7.       Safety   in  public  difeafes  and  danger*, 
l  T_JE  that  hath   made  his  iefuge,   God, 
JT1  Shall   find  a  mod  fecure  abode; 


Psalm  91. 15*1 

Shall    wa'k  all    day    beneath    his   {hade. 
And    there  at  night  (hall  reft   his   head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,    "My  God,  thy  power 
"Shall  be   my   fortrefs  and  my  tower; 

"  I,   ihat   am  form'd  of  feeble    dull, 
M  Make   thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from   the   fowler's   fnarc ; 
Satan,   the  fowler,  who   betrays 
Unguarded   fouls  a   thoufand  ways. 

4  Jufl  as  a   hen    protects   her  brood 

(From  birds  of  prey    that  feek  theii    blood; 
Under   her  feathers,   fo  the   Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams   of  noon   confpire 
To   dart  a  peftilential  fire, 

G<;d  is   their  life,    his  wings   are  fpread 
To  fhicld   them   with  a  healthful  (hade. 

6  If  vapours,  with    ma'ignant   breath, 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael   is   fafe  :    the   poifon'd   air 
Grows  pure,    if  Ifiael's  God  be   there. 

Pause. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide. 
At  thy  right  hand  ten   thoufand   dy'd? 
Thy  God  his   choien  people  laves, 
Amongft   the  dead,  amidft  the   graves. 

8  So   when  he  fent  his  angei   down 
To  make  his   wrath  in  Lgypt  knowii, 
And  flew  their   fons,   his  careful  eye 
Pa  ft  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiflion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ill  ike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains   and   deaths   are   bleft. 

10  The  fword,   the   peflilence,    or  fire, 
Shall   but  fulfil    their  beft   defire; 
prom   fins  and  forrows  fet  them    free. 
And   bring  thy  children,   Lord,    to   thee. 

Psalm  91.      Common  Metre.     [*] 

Vcr.  9 — 16.     ProteBion  from  deathy  guard  cf  a: 

vittory  and  deliverance. 
X  \^E  fons  of  men,   a  feeble  race, 
X    Lxpos'd  to  every  fnare, 


152  Psalm  92. 


Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try,  and   trull  his  care. 

2  No  ill  (hall  enter  where  you  dwell ;    , 

Or  if  the  plague   come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell^ 
'Twill  raife  his  faints   on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy   days. 

4  Their  hands  (hall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dam  againft   the  ftones; 

Are  they   not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And   Cent  t'   attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhali  tread; 

The   tempter's  wiles  defeat; 
He  that   hath  broke  tbe  farpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "Becaufe  on  me  they   fet  their  love, 

"I'll  fave    them  (faith  the  Lord) 
"I'll    bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deft'uclion  and  the  fword. 

7  "My  grace   {hall   anfwer  when  they  call* 

"In   trouble  I'll    be  nigh ; 
"  My   power  (hall  help  them  when  they  falj, 
"And  raife   them   when   they   die 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

"  I'll   honour  them  in  heaven  : 
"There  my   falvation  (hall   be  (hown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  given." 

Psalm  92.      \ft  Part.    Long  Metre.     [>1 

A  pjalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  CWEET  is  the  work,  my   God,  my  King, 
O  To  praife  thy  name,   give,  thanks,  and  hug, 
To   (hew  thy  love  by  morning   light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth   at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft  ; 

No  mortal   cares   {hall  feize  my  breaft ; 
O  may  my   heart  in  tune  be   found, 
Like  David's   harp  of  folemn  found! 

3  My  heart   fhall  triumph  in   my  Lord, 
And  b-lefs  his  works,  and  bkfs  his  word.* 


Psalm  92,  93. 153 

,   how   bright   they    ihine-! 
How  deep   thy    counfels !  how   divine! 

4  Foois  never   raife  their  thoughts    fo   high; 
Like    brute*   they    live,    like  brutes   they  die; 
Like  grafs  they   flourifh,    till    thy  bream 
Blair,  them  in   everlaf!ing   death. 

5  But    I  (hall  fhaie   a  glorious   part, 
When    grace  hath    well    rcfi:i\l   my  heart, 
And  freih   fupplies  of  joy   are  fhed, 

Lik  holy  oil  to  ch.-.r  my  head. 
§  Sin    (my   worft  enemy  before) 

Shan  *  ex  my  eyes   and  ears  no   more  ; 

My   inward  Foes   {ha  1  i  all  be   flarn, 

Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 
7  Then    {hall    I  fee,  and   hear,  and   know 

All    I  deuVd  or   wifli'd  below; 

And  every   power   h\jd   fweet  employ 

In     hat   etcrn3l    world  of  jo>  . 

Psalm  92.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre.    [*] 

Ver.  12,  dec     Th:  church  is  the  garden  of  God, 

1  T    Ol<D,  'tis  a  plcafant  thing    to  ftand 
-Li  In  gardens  planted   by    thy   hand; 
Let  me   within   thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar,  freih   and  green. 

2  There   grow  thy  faints  in   faith   and    love, 
Bleft  with    thme   influence  from    tbove; 
Not   Lebanon,  with   all   its  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight   as  thefe. 

3  The   plants  of  grace  {hall  ever    live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that   doth   all  things   elfe   impair, 
Still    makes   them  fiourifh  ftrong   and   fair. 

4  Laden   with  fruits   of  age,  they  fhew 
The    Lord    is  holy,  juft  and  true  : 
None  that   attend    his   gates  {hall   tind 
A    God    unfaithful   or    unk 

Psalm  93.      Long   Metre.     [*Q 

The    eUrnal  and  jovereign  God. 
1    TEKOVaH  reigns;   he    dwells  in 
J    Gnded   with  majtfty   and    might  : 
7  he  world,  created    by   his   hands, 
I   on  its  firil  foundation   flajidr. 


154 Psalm  93. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation   laid, 

Thy    throne   eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever  living  God. 

3  Like    floods  the  angry  nations  rife. 
And  aim  their  rage  againit  the   flues ; 
Vain   floods,    that  aim   their  rage  fo  high  I 
At  thy   rebuke   the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  (hall  thy  throne  endure; 
Thy  promife  (lands  forever  fure; 
And  everlafting  holinefs 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

Psalm  93.     Particular  Metre.     [*] 

r  HP  HE  Lord  of  Glory  reigns,   he  reigns  on  high  : 
JL     His   robes  of  ftate   are   (trength  and  in  a  jetty  : 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'ftabliih'd  by  his  hand : 
Long  ftood   his    ?hrone  ere   he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation, 

£  God  is  th'  eternal   King  :    thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellion,  to   confound  thy  reign : 
In    vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tcfs  their   waves  againft  the  flues : 
Foaming  at  heaven,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heaven's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more ;  ye  floods,  be  Hill ; 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiflive  to  his  will : 
Bui  i  on  his  truth,  his  church  muft  ever  (land; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  {hong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  ions,  when  they  appear  before  him. 
Bow  at  his  footftooi,  and  with   iear  adore  him. 

Psalm  93.     Short  Particular  Metre.      [*] 

l       rT~\HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
X     And  royal  (late  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd; 
Airay'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fovereign  might, 
And  rays  or  majefty  around, 
g       Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  fecurely   (lands; 
And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word1. 


Psalm  94. 15* 

Thy   throne  was  nVd  on  high 

Before   the   {tarry  fky; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

In  vain  the  noify  crowd, 

Like  billows   fierce   and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  : 

In  vain,  with  angry  fpite, 

The  furly   nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  fhore. 

Let  floods  and   nations  rage, 

And  all  their  powers  engage  : 
Let  fwelling  tides  aflault   the  fky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs   down ; 
Thy  throne   forever  (lands  on  high. 

Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 
There  fix'd,  thy   church  (hall  ne'er  remove  r 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall    in  thy  courts  appear, 
And   fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  fcurth  jianza  if  necejfary. 


Psalm  94.    \Jt  Part.    Common  Metre,  [bj 

Ver.  5,    2,    7 — 14.     Saints  chajlifed,  ana  /inner*   dt- 
Jlrpyed  ;  orf  injlrutlwe  afflictions. 

1  f~\  GOD,   to    whom  revenge  belongs, 
v_/  Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud ; 

Let  fovereign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  (mite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "The  Lord   nor  fees  nor  hears;" 

When  will  the  fools  be    wife  ! 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  r* 
Or  blind,   who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He   knows  their  impious   thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  (hall   feel   his  power ; 
His  wrath  dial  I   pierce  their  touls  with  pain, 
In  fome  furpnfing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou   hail  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providences  and   thy  book 

Stall  make   them  know  their  God, 

5  Bleft   is  the  man   thy  hands  chafiife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw : 


156 Psalm  94,  95. 

Thy   fcourges   make  thy  children  wile, 

When  they  forget  thy  law. 
6  But  God   will  ne'er  caft  oft"  his   faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break ; 
He  pardons   his   inheritance, 

For  their   Redeemer's    fake. 

Psalm  94.  2d  Part.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.  16 — 23.     God  our  [up port  and  comfort ;  or,  deliv 
trance  from  temptation  and  perfecution. 

1  \A7HO  will  arife   and   plead  my   right 

W     Againft  my  numerous  foes? 
While  earth  and   hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my   hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,   my  rock,   my  help, 

Suftain'd   my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in   filence  dwelt, 
My  foul   amongft  the  dead. 

3  "Alas!  my  Aiding  feet,"  I   cry'd; 

Thy  promife   was  cny   prop  : 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  ray   fide  ^ 
Thy   Spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my   bofom   roll, 
Thy  boundlels   love  forgives  my  faults^, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my   foul. 
3  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious   laws; 
But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  Ikies? 
He  will   defend  my   caufe. 
6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 
Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  fhall   judge  the   proud, 
And  cut  the  (inners  off. 

Psalm  95.     Common   Metre.      [>1 

A  pfalm  be) or?  prayer, 
1   OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O  And  in  his    flrengih  rejoice; 
When  his  falvation  is   our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 
'4  With   thanks  approach  his   awful  figfr. 
And  pfalms  of  liorroTtr   fi'ng  ; 


Psalm  95. 1*7 

The   Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  h-ar,   let  angels   know 

How   mean  their  natures  Teem, 
Thofe   gods  on   high,  and  gods   below, 
When  once  comp  r'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,   with    its  caverns,  dark   and  deepT 

Lies  in  his  fpacious   hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the   feas   what   bounds   to   keep,? 
And  where  the  hills  muft  (land. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble   fouls  adore  ; 

Come,    kneel    before  his  face ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be   children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  :   he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
Come,    left  he   roufe  his  wrath,   and  fwear, 
"Ye   (hall   not  fee  my  reft." 

Psalm  95.     Short  Metre.     [*J 

A  pfalm  before  fcrmon. 

1  /^OME,    found  his  praife  abroad, 
y^S   And  hymns  of  glory   fing ; 

Jehovah  is   the  fovereign  God, 
The   univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd   the  deeps   unknown  *, 
He   gave   the  feas  their   bound ; 

The  watery   worlds  are  all  hk  own. 
And  ail  the  folid   ground. 

3  Come,  wodhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,   bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are   his  works,   and  not  our  own. 
He   form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his   voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his   rod  ; 

Come,    like   the  people    of  his  choice^ 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 
$      But  if  your   ears  refufe 
The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow   hard,  like  ftubbom  Je 
That  unbelieving  race  ; 
6      The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dreft, 
Will   lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
o 


158  Psalm  95,  96. 

. — ^  *  — _ — — 

44  You   that  defpife  my   promis'd  reft 
"  Shall  have   no  portion    there." 


Psalm  95.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

Ver.    l,  2,3,   6—11.     Canaan  Ljt     through    unbtlief 

or,  a  warning  to  delaying  finners. 

1  /^  OME,    let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
V-^   A  facred  forig  of  folemn  praife  ; 
God  Is  a  fovereign  King,  rehearfe 
His   honours  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls   addrefs  rhe  Lord, 
Who   fram'd  our  natures  with  his   word  : 
He   is  our  fhepherd  ;    we  the  (beep 

His  mercy  choie,  his  pa  {lures   ke  t  p. 

3  Come,  let   us   bear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd   hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues   that  Ifrael  knew. 

4  Ifrael,  that  faw  bis  works  of  grace, 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his   face; 
A  fairhiers,   unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  M  How  falfe  they  prove  I 
"  Forget  my  power;     abufe  my  love: 

"  Since   they  defpife   my   reft,    I  fwear 
"Their   feet  fball  never  enter  there,'7 

6  [Look  back,    my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead ; 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace   to-day, 

Nor  lofe  the  blefllng   by  deiay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife   while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  : 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd   re  11; 
Obey,  and   be  forever  bleft.j 

Psalm  96.     Common  Metre.     |>] 

Ver.  1,    to,   &c.     ChrijVs  Jir/i  and  fecond  c inning. 
tt    QING  to   the    Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  every    tongue  : 
His  new-difcove;'d  grace  demands 
A  new  and  noble!    fong. 
2  Say  to  the  nations,   Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty    Son  ; 
His  power  the  finking  world  fuftafns* 
And  grace  furroiinds  his  throne. 


Psalm  96. 159 

:    -he  joyful  day, 
_:.  rhe  earth   be   feen; 
L'jt  citjes  fliine  in  bright  drray, 
I   fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  tmufu  nfe 

iflauds  of  the  fea  : 
Ye  mountains  fink,    ye  vallies  rife, 
re  the  Lo.d  his 

5  Behold,   he  comes  !    he  ccmes  to  b'lefis 

The   na  their  God; 

To   fh  w  the  world  his  ngheoufnefs, 
And  fend  his   tru;h  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  (hall    iaifc  the   dead, 

And  bid   the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  riread 
To   fee   their  Judge  appear ! 

Psalm  96.      Long  Particular  Metre.     [*TJ 

The  God  if  tkt  GtntiUs. 

1  T    ET  all  the  eanh  their  voices  raife, 
A-*  To  ling  the  choiceO  pfalm  of  praife, 

To  ring  and  blefs  Jehovah's   name  : 
His  glor)    let   the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations   ihow, 

And  all  his  Paving  works  proclaim, 

2  The  heathens  know    thy  glory,  Lord; 
The  wondering  nations  read  thy   word ; 

Among  us  is  Jehovah  known: 
Our  woiih'p  (hall  no  more  be  paid 
To   gods  which  mortal  hands  have   made; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  Aiming  worlds   on  high, 

And   reigns  complete  in   glory  there  : 
H:s  beams  are   majedy   and   ii^ht ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely   bright! 

His  temple,  hosv  divinely   fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  g'onous   hour, 
When  earth  fhall  feel   his  laving   power, 

And   barbarous   rreuons   fear   his  name ; 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  man   cemfefi 
Th<_  beauty  of  his  hoiinefs, 

A::d   in  his  courts  his  grace  p*ociaim, 


160 Psalm  97. 

Psalm  97.      \fl  Part.     Long  Metre.     [»] 

Vcr.  i — 5.     Chrijt  reigning  in  heaven,  and  coming  to 
judgment. 

1  T1JE    reigns!  the  Lord  the   Saviour   reigns! 
Li   Praife   him   in  evangelic  drains; 

Let   the   whole  earth  in   fongs  rejoice, 
And   diftant   iflands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels   and  unknown; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his   throne  : 
Though   gloomy  clouds   his  way  furround, 
Jullice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In   robes  of  judgment,  lo,    he  comes! 

Shakes   the   wide  earth   and   cleaves   the   tombs ; 
Before   him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The   mountains  melt,   the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,   with  fore   xlifmay, 

Fly    from  the  fight,   and   fhun   the  day; 
Then  lift  your  h?^ds,  ye   faints,  on   high, 
And  fing,  for   your   redemption's   nigh. 

Psalm  97.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*f{ 

Ver.  6 — 9.     Chrift't  incarnation. 

1  r  I  ^HE  Lord   is  come,   the  heavens  proclaim 

X    His  birth ;    the  nations  learn  his  name ; 
An  unknown   flar  directs  the   road 
Of  eaftern   fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 
Go,   worfhip  where  the   Saviour  lies ! 
Angels  and  kings   before  him  bow, 
Thole  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols   totter   to   the   ground, 
And   their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
But  Judah  fhout,  but   Zion  fing, 
And  earth  confrfs  her  fovereign  King, 

Psalm  97.     $d  Part.    Long  Metre.     [*] 

Grace  and  glory. 
1  r'l  ^H'  Almighty  reigns,   exalted  high, 
A     O'er  all  the  earth,   o'er  all   the   fky; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feer, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 
2.  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  fin  and   fhame ; 
He  guards  the   fouls  of  all  his   friends, 
4,nd  from  the  fuares  of  hell  defends.- 


Psalm  97,  08.  161 


3  Immortal   light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Arc  for  the  faints  in  darknels   fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  (ball  fpring   and  nfe, 
And   the   bright   harveit  hiefs   our   eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye   righteous,  and  record 
The   facred  honours    of  the   Lord; 
None   but  the  foul   that  feels  his  grace 
Can   triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

Psalm  97.     Common  Metre.     [»] 

Ver.  1,  3,  jr-7,  n 
Chrifl's  wearnahen,  and  the  taji  judjmeth 

1  'VT'k  iflands  of  the  northern  fea, 

A     Rejoice,  the    Saviour  reigns; 
His   word  like  fire   prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  rnelt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proucteft   hills, 

And   makes  the   vaiiies   rife; 
The  humble  foul   enjoys   his   (miles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power   proclaim  1 

The  idoi  geds  around 
Fill  their   own   worfn;ppers  with  fhame, 
And  to::er  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels,    at  his   birth, 

:e   the   Redeemer   known  : 

come  to  judge  the   earth; 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His   foes   (hall   tremble   at   his  fight, 

And  huls  and   feas   retire  ; 
His  chi.dren  take   their  unknown   flight, 
And  leave  the   world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds   of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in   darkuefs   here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpnng  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveit   bear. 

Psalm  98.  \fi  Part.  Common  Metre,     [i] 

Praijt  for  tht  goJpeL 

1  r  I  "O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
-*-     New  honours  be   addreG'd  ; 
His  great  falvation  (bines  abroad, 
makes   ihe   nations  blefs'd. 
t  He  [pake  the  word  to  Abrah'm  firfi, 
lii>  truth  fulfils  hi*  grace  ; 


ib2 Psalm  98,  99. 

The   Gentiles  make   his   name   their   trull, 
And  learn  his    righteoufnefs. 
3  Let  the  whale  earth  his    love   proclaim 
With   all   her   different    tongues; 
And  fpread  thr  honours  of*  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

Psalm  98.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre.    [&] 

The  Mtjjiatts  coming  and  kingdom. 
X    TOY  to   the  world!    the  Lord  is  come! 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  King: 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  ting. 

2  Joy   to  the  earth !    the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ ; 
While  fields   and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the   ground ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bieffings  flow 
far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations   prove 
The  glories   of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

Psalm  99.     Ift  Part.     Short  Metre.     [»] 

Chrijt's  kingdom  and  majejty. 
i      HPHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
A     Let  all   the   nations  fear ; 
Let  tinners  tremble  at   his   throne, 
And   faints   be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus,  the.  Saviour,  reigns ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord, 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Swift   to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  Jn  Zion   is  his   throne, 
His  honours   are   divine : 

His  church   (hall   make   his^  wonders   known. 
For  there   his  glories  {nine. 

4  How   holy  is   his  name  ! 
How   terrible    his  praife ! 

Tuftice  and   truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace.. 


Psalm  99,  100, 11 

Psalm  99.     2d  Part.     Short  Metre.    [*3 
A  holy  God  zv  r/kippsd  with  rcverm&* 
l       T^XALT  the   Lora   our  God, 
XL*  Arid  woifhip  at  his  feet  : 
Kis  nature  is  all   holinefs, 
And  mercy    is   his  feat. 
$,       Whe-n   Ifrael   was  his   church, 
When  Aaron    was  his   prieft, 
When  Moles    cry'd,    when  Samuel  y. 
He   gave  his   people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Xor  would   deftroy    their   race, 

And   oft  he   made   his   vengeance  known* 
When  they  abus'd   his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is   (till  the    fame; 

Still    he's    a    God   Qf  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

Psalm  100.     \Jl  Part.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

A   plain  traniiat  on.     Praife  to  cur  Creator, 

1  \^E  nations  of  the   earth,    rejoice 

1-     Before  the   Lord,   your  foveretgn   King; 
Serve   him  with  cheerful    heart  and  voice, 
With    all   3rour  tongues  Kis  glory  fing. 

2  The   Lord  is  God  ;     'tis   he  aione 
Doth    life  and   breath  and   being   give ; 
We   are   his  work,   and  not  our  own ; 
The   fheep  that  on  his   pailures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs   of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair. 
And   make   it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your   thanks   and  honours   there. 

4  The  Lord   is  good;    the  Lord   is  kind; 
Great   is  his   grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the   whole   race   of  man  fhall  find 
His   truth  from    age   to  age    endure. 

Psalm  100.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [g] 

A    paraphrafe. 
1    ClNG  to   ine  Lord   with  joyful    voice; 

tJ  Let  every   Jand   his   name '  adore ; 
The  northern  ides  fhall   fend    the   noife 
-   the  ocean  to  the   fhore. 


164 Ralm  101. 

2  Nations,   aKtend  before  his  throne, 
With  folemn  fear,  with   (acred  joy  ; 
Know  thdt   the    Lord  is    God  alone  : 
He   can  create,   and  he  d<ftroy. 

3  Hs   fovereign   power,    without   our   aid, 
Made  u.e  of  clay  and   form'd  us  men  ; 
And   when  like  wandering  fheep  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us   to    his  told  again. 

4  We   are  his  people,   we   his  care, 
Oui   iouis  and   all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What    lading  honours    {hail  we  rear, 
Almighty    Maker,  to  thy  name? 

5  We'll    crowd  thy  gates   with   thankful  fongs, 
High  c>  the  heavens  our  voices   raiie ; 

And   eauh,    with  her  ten  thouiand   tongues, 
Shaii   fill    'hy  courts  with  founding,  pianc. 

Q  Wide   as  the  world    is   thy  command  ; 

-    Vaft  as  eternity  thy   love  ; 

Firm   as   a   rock  thy   truth  mult  fland, 
When   rolling  }'£aii  fh  11  eeafe  to   move. 

Psalm  101.     Long  Metre.     [*] 
The  raagift rate's  pjalm, 

1  A /TERCY  and  judgment  arc    my  fong ! 
JLYJL   And   fmce  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my   righteous   King, 
To  thee   my   fougs   and  vows   1*11  biin^. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear   the   [word, 

I'll  take  my  counlels   from    thy  word; 
Thy  jufticc  and  thy  ^race 

Shall    be  the  pattern  of  my   ways. 

3  Let  wtfdorn   all  my  actions  guide, 
And    let   my   Go:  with  me  rehde ; 
No  wicked  thing  hVali   dwell  with   me, 
Which   miy   provoke  aiy  jealouiy. 

j    No   fotis  of  flandei,    lagc    and   Irnfe, 
Shall    bt:    companions  of  my   life; 
The  haughty    look,  the   heart  of  pride, 
Within  my   doors  mall  ne'er  abiae. 

5  ["I'll  l.e«rch  the    land,   and   raife  the  juft 
To  polls  of  honour,   wealth  and  truii, 
The   men   that  work  thy   holy  will, 
Shrill  be  my  iiiends  and  favourite*  Qili.J 


Psalm  101,  102. 165 

6  In    vain  (hall    Cimers  hope    :o  rife 
By   flatt'ring    or   malicious    lies ; 
And   while   the  innocent   1  guard. 
The    bold  offender  (han't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew,   that   factious  band, 
Shall  bioe  their   heads,   or  quit   the  land; 
And  all   that  break    the  public   red, 
Where   I    have    power,   mall   be   fupprefrd. 

Psalm  101.     Common  Metre.     [$?] 

-  aim  for  a  wiajler  of  a  jetm 
5  /^\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  £r>g, 
V^J  And  pay   my  God  my  vows : 
Thy  grace  and  jut; ice,  heavenly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my   houfe. 
-2  Now  to  my   tent,  O    God,   repair, 
And  make  thy    fervant  wife ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing   near  Hie  there 
That  ihall   offend   thine  eyes. 

3  The   man  that   doth   his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  fallehood  or   by  force, 
The  fcornrul  eye,  the   flanderous  tongue, 
I'll  thruff   them  from   my   doors. 

4  I'll  feck  the  faithful   and  the  juft, 

And  will   their  hdp  enjoy  ; 
Thcfe   are    the   friends   that  1    fhail   truft, 
The  fervants  Til  employ. 

5  The  wretch   that  deals  in  fly  deceit, 

I'll  not   endure  a  night : 
The   liar's  tongue   I'll  ever  hate, 
And   banrih   from  my    fight. 

6  I'll  purge   my  family  around, 

And   make  the  wicked  flee ; 
So   ihall  my   houfe  be   ever  found 
A   dwelling  fit  for   thee. 
■  ,     .  • 

Psalm  102-  lj}  Part.  Common  Metre,    [b] 

Ver.  i — 13,  20,  21.     A  praytr  of  th-.  afflicted. 
1  TTEAR   me,    O    God,   not   hide  thy  face, 
XT.  But  anfwer,  led  I  die; 
Jrlatt  thou  not   bui't  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  Grurcrs  cry  ? 


166  Psalm  102, 


2  My  days   are  wailed  hke   the  (moke 

DifTolvicg  in   the  air; 
My   ftrength   is  diy'd,  my  heart   is   broke, 
And   finking  in  defpair. 

3  My    fpirits   flag,    like    withering  grafs 

Burnt  with   exceflive    heat; 
In   fee  ret   groans   my   minutes  pafs, 
And   I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  Tome   lonely   building's   top 

The    fparrow   telU   her  moan, 
Far  from   the  tents  or*  joy   and   hope, 
I   fit  and  grieve   alone. 

5  My  foui    is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where   beafts  of  midnight  howl": 
There    the   fad  raven   finds  h~r   place^ 
And  there   the   {creaming  ow'. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding   fears 

Dwell   in  my  troubled  breaft  j 
While   fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears. 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  refL 

7  My    cup  is  mingled  with  my   woes, 

And   tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My   daily  bread   like  afhes   grows 
Unpleafant   to  my  tafte. 

$  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls   that  fttl  thy  frown; 
Lord,   'twas  »hy  hand  advane'd   me  high, 
Thy   hand  hath  call  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wifher'd   leases  appear  i 
And    life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  evening  fhadows  are, 
T^at   vanifh   into  night. 
"|o  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God ! 
.  Ages   to  come  fhall  know  thy   name, 

And   fpread  thy  works   abroad. 
11  Thou   wilt  arife,   and  nVw   thy   face; 
Nor   will  my   Lord  delay 
Beyond   th*  appointed    hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected   day*. 
is  He  hears  his  faints,   he  knows  their   cry, 
And  by  myftuious  ways 


Psalm  102.  167 


Redeems  the   prifoners  do.  m'd   ro  die, 
And  fills   their  r^ife. 

Psalm  102.  cld  Part.  Common  Metre,  O] 

Ver.  13—21.     Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  njlored. 

1  T    ET   Zion  and   her   Tons  rejoice! 
JL-J  Behold  the   promis'd  hour  ' 

Her  God   hath   heard    her  mourning   voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  that   remain 

Are  precious  in   our   eyes  ; 

Thole  ruins  fhal!  he  built    igain, 

And  all   that  duft  fhail  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will   raife  Jerufalem, 

And  Itand  in  g'ory  there  ; 
Nations  {hall  bow   before   his   name, 
And  kings  attend   with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  lovere:gr:  on    his  th;one, 

With  p:y    in  his   ey  s  : 
He  hears  the    di  ng  prifoners  groan, 
And   fees  the;r  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  eondrmn'd    to  death ! 

A^d  when  his   faints  complain, 
It   (han't  he  faid   that   pray;ng  breath. 
Was  ever  fpent   in  vain. 

6  This  fhail  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on    long   record, 

That   ages  yet  unborn  may  read. 
And  trail,   and  praise  -he    Lord. 

Psalm  102.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.   23 — 28.     Man's    mortality  and  Chrtft's  eternity ; 
or ,  faints  di?y  but  Chrijl  and  the.  church  live. 

1  TT  is   the  Lord  our   Saviour's  hand 

-L   Weakens  our  ftrengrh  amidfl  the  race ; 
D  feafe  and    death,   at   his   command, 
Arreft  us,    and   cut  (hort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O   Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Xor  let  our  fun   go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy   years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  uiuft  thy   children  die  fo  foon  ? 

in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 

ir  for  row   {hall  affmge  ; 


168 Psalm  103. 

"  Our  Father  and  our   Saviour  live ; 
"Chrift  is  the  fame  through  every  age.'* 

4  *Twas  he  this   earth's  foundation  laid, 
Heaven   is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe   heavens  (hall  fade*- 
And  all   be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The   ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 
Like  garments,  (hall  he    laid  afide; 

But  ftill  thy   throne   (lands  firm  and  high; 
Thy  church  forever  muft   abide. 

6  Before  thy   face  thy  church   fhall   live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children   reign ; 
This  dying  world  mail  they  furvive, 
And  the   dead  faints  be   rais'd  again. 

Psalm   103.     \J1  Part.    Long  Metre.     [*J 

Ver.  l — 7.  BUJing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body \ 

1  T)LESS,   O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

JD  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  powers   within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  Grace ; 
His   favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he   hath   wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot? 

3  *Tis  he,   my  foul,  that  fern  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and   faves 
Our  wafting  life  from   threatening  graves* 

5  Our  youth  decay 'd,   his  power  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  yeajs ; 
He  fausfles  our  mouth  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with    heavenly  food, 

S  He  fees  th'  oppreffor  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuffcrers  reft; 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 
'T"rr   the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 


Psalm  103.  169 


7  [His   power   he  fhow'd    by    Mofes*  bauds, 
And  gave   to  Ifrae!   his  commands  ; 

Bat  fent  his  nirh   and  mercy    down 
To   all   the  nations   by   his   kon. 

8  Let   the   whole  earth    his  snfefe, 
Let  the  whole  earth                     grace: 
The  Gentile  with  tile  Jew  (hall  join 

I     w  To  divine. J 


Psalm  103.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre.      [*] 

Vex.  8 — 18.     GccTi  gentle  ;  or,  ins  tender 

mercy   to  his  pec 

1  r  I  TIE  Lord,  how  wondrous  ys  ! 

A     How  firm  his  truth,  how   large  his  grace  ? 
He  takes  his  mercy  far  his    throi 
And  thence  he   makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hah  fpread 
The  Harry  heavens  above  cur   head, 
As  his  rich   love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  hight-ft  hopes  we  raffe. 

3  Not  half  fo  far   bath  nature  plac'd 
The    rifmg  morning  from  the    well, 
As  his   forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he   loves. 

4  How  (lowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwiP.er  wings  falvation   flics  : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn. 
How  ibon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

idft  his  wrath  compaflion  (bines; 
His  ft;  ekes  are  lighter  tha  i  our  fins*: 
And   while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So   fathers  their  young  fons  chailife, 
With   gentle   hands   and  melting   eyes; 
The   children  weep  beneath  the  fmart. 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,   the  wife   and  jufr, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dufty 
And  will  no  heavy  loa  is  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that   he  bellows. 

&  He   knows   how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blailed  by  every  wind  that  flies  i 
p 


170  Psalm  103, 

Like  grafs   we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon 
As  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,   and   {hall   endure; 
From  age  to  age  his   truth  (hall  reign. 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in   vain. 

Psalm  103.    \Jl  Part.    Short  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  l — 7.     Praife  for  Spiritual  and  temporal  mercies, 

1  f~\  BLESS  the  Lord,   my  foul ! 
\-J  Let  all  within  me  join, 

And   aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  ^ord,  my  foul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankful nefs, 
And  without   praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves    thy  pain, 

'Tis  he  that  heals   thy  fickneiTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns   thy    life  with  love, 
When   ranfom'd  from   the  grave  ; 

He   that  redeem'd  my   foul  from  hell 
Hath  fove reign   power   to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He   gives  the    fuffrrers   reft ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for   th*  opprefs'd. 

6  His  wondrous   works  and   ways 
He  made   by    Mofes  known ; 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth  arid  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

Psalm  103.    2d  Part.     Short  Metre.     f*3 
Ver.  8 — 18.     Abounding  companion  of  God',  or,  mere? 

in  the  midjl  of  judgment. 
l       TV/TY  foul,   repeat  his  praife, 

lVA  Whofe  mercies  are  fo  grett: 
Whofe  anger  is   fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 


Psalm  1Q3. 171 

2       God   will  not  always  chide  ; 
And   when  his  ftrokes  are  felt. 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  cur  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
g       High   as  the  heavens  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 
4       His  power   fubdues  our  {ins, 
And  his  forgiving   love, 
Far  as  the  eaft   is  from  the  weft 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
^       Tlie  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name. 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  ice]; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dutt, 

Scatter'd  with  every  braath  ; 

His  anger,    like  a  riling  wind, 

Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are   as  the  grafs, 
Or  like  the   morning  flower; 

If  one  {harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  fjeid* 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

Psalm  103.     2d  Part.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.    19 — 22. 
God's  universal  dominion ;    or,  angels  praifc  the  Lord, 

1  HPHE  Lord,  the  fovereign  King, 

A     Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  ; 
O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  be  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in   might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hoits  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

\nd  guard  his  churches  when  they  p 
iq  the  praife  they  fing. 


172 Psalm  104. 

4  While  all   his  wondrous   works 
Through   his  vaft  k:ngdom  (hew 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my    foul, 
Shall    ling  his  graces  too. 

Psalm  104?.    Long  Metre.    [*] 

The  glory  of   God  in  creation  and  providence. 


M 


Y    foul,   thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 
ft*" 


When   cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays, 
He  in  full  majcfly  appears, 
And,  like  a   robe,  his  glory   wears. 

[Note.     This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  a  different 
metre,  by  adding  the  following   two    lines   to 
every  ftanza,  viz. 
Great  zs  the  Lord;  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ?\ 

2  The   heavens  are  for  his  curtain   fprcad  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he   makes  his    bed  i 
Clouds  are   his  chariot,    when   lie  flies 
On  winged  florins  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  rainiflers   are  {laming   fires  ; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move, 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his   love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by   his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  mall  forever  ftand; 
He  binds  the  ocean   in  his  chain, 
Lett  it   fliould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was   covei'd   with  the   flood, 
Which   high  above  the   mountains   flood, 
He  thunder'd,  and   the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwe'ling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  thrir  round: 
Yet   thence  convey'd  by   fecret    veins, 

They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench    the  plaias. 

7  He  bids  the  cry  Hal   fountains  flow, 
And   vheer  the   vallies  as   they  go; 
Tame  heifers  ihere    their   third  allay, 
And  for  the  fiream    wilu  alles  b:ay. 

8  From   plealant  trees  which  fhdde  the  brinks 
The  lark  and    linnet   light   to  drink ; 
Their  fangs  the  lark  and    linnet   raile, 
^And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 


Psalm  10*. HZ 

Pause  I. 

9  God,  from  his    cloudy  cifleni,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  (bowers  : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and   the  field, 

A  thousand  joyful  b  if  flings  yie 

10  He   makes  the  grafly  fo«d  arile, 
And  gives  the  catt.e  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh   nature,   or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruits  the  vines  produce ! 
The  olive  yields  an  ufeful  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  generous  wine, 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  (bine. 

12  O  blefs   his  name,  ye  people,  fed 
With    nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 
While    bread  your  vital  ilrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with   vigcur  in  your  hearts. 

Pause  II. 

13  Behold,  the   fla:ely  cedar  (lands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreil  by  his   haras ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  foi    (he iter  fly. 
And  build  *h~ir   nefts   fecure  on   nigh, 

34  To  craggy  hills  afceixk  the  goat;  / 

And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make   their  cell; 
Ke  gives  them   wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  lets  the  fun   his  circling  race, 

Appoints  tlie  moon  to  chapge  her  face  ; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  cay, 
Calls   out  wild  beatls  to  hunt  their  prey. 

;6  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,    aft  their  meat  from  G 
But  when  the   morning  beams   aide, 
The  favage  beait    to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man    to  daily    labour    goes; 
The  night  was   made  tor  his  repofe  : 
.Verp   is   thy    gift,    that   tweet  relief 
From   tirefome    toil    and  wailing  grief. 

i8  Kow  ftrange  thy  woiks  !  how  ^r-a;   thy  fkilU 
And  every   land  thy   riches   fill  : 
Thy  wiidom  round  th-j   world    we  fee; 
This  fpacious  earth  is  iuil  of  thee. 
N»r    lefs  thy   glories  in  the  deep, 

ere  fifh  m  millions   fwim    aild  creep, 
p  2 


174 Psalm  105. 

With  wondrous  motions   fwift   or  flow, 
Still  wandering  in  the   paths  below. 

2o  There   fhips  divide    their   watery  way, 
And  flocks   of  fcaly    monitors  play  ; 
There   dwells  the   huge   leviathan, 
And  foams  and  f ports  in  fpite  of  man. 
Pause  III. 

£1  Vafl  are  thy  works.  Almighty    Lord, 
All  nature  reds  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race   of  "creatures  {land, 
Waiting  their   portion   from    hy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful    looks  pionounce  it  good; 
Eagles  a.-'d   boars,  and  whales  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difFerent    forms. 

23  But  when  thy   face   is  hid,    they  mourn. 
And  dying,   to   their  dull  return  ; 
Both   man  and  beail  their  fouls  refign; 
Life,   breath  and  fpirit  ail  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on   duft   again, 
And    fill  the  world  with  heafts  and  men$ 
A  word  of  thy   creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and   death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  bis    might, 
Are  honour' d  with  his  own  delights 
How  awful   are   his   glorious   ways  1 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in   his  praife. 

26  The  earth   (lands  trembling   at  thy  ftroke, 
And   at  thy  touch  the  mountains   fmoke ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy   face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to   foveieign   grace., 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet ; 
Thy  praifes  (hall   my  breath   employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners   die  accurft, 
Their  glory   bury'd  in  the  duft, 

I  to  my  God,   my   heavenly   King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  ling. 

Psalm  105.  Abridged,  Common  Metre.  [>X1 

God's  condutl  to  IfiacU  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt*' 
I  f^  IV E  thanks  to  God,   invoke  his  name, 
vJT  And  telj  t|ie  world  his  grace ; 


Psalm  105. 175 

Sound  through  the  earth  his  dee  da  of  rjme, 
That  all   may  feck  his  face. 

2  His  covenant,  *.  .      .      I 

For  numerous  ages  pad, 
To  numerous   i?ges,  yet   behind, 
In   equal  force  fhall   lalt. 

3  He   fwarc  to  AbraVm   and   his  feed, 

:    nude    the  blefling  fure  ; 
Gens  -ile   read, 

his  truth  endure. 

4  "Thy  feed   (hall  make   ail   nations  bl 

voice; 
"And  Canaan's  land  thai]   he  their  reft, 
"The  heavenly  \ 

j  [How  large  the  grant!   how    rich  the  grac 
To   gi\e  them    Cancan's    land, 
When  they    were  (Irangers  in  the  place, 
eehk  band! 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the   countries  round 

v'd; 
kings,   that   on   them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "Touch   mine   anointed,  and  mine    arm 

"  Shall  foon   revenge  the   wro   _ 
"The   man   that  does    my   pro; 
"Shall  know  their  God  u 
3  Then  let  the    world   forbear  its 
Xor  put   the  church  in    fear  : 
Ifrael   mult   live   thrc 

d    be  th'  Aln  ne.j 

Pause  I. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  fai 

And   thus  provok'd  their  God, 

es  was   fent,   at    tl 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  cali;d  for  d-rknefs ;   daik 

Qg   flood  ; 
He   turn'd  each  lake  and  every   ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams   of  I. 

11  He  gave  the   Cgn,   and  r.oifome  Hi 

Through  the   whole  country  fpread  ; 
And  frogs,  in  croaking  a 
£  nrjuarch's 


176 Psalm  106. 

■  .......  .     ■.  ■         ^ 

12  Through  fields,   and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  ! 
Locufls  in  fwarms  devour'd   their  trees. 
And  hail   their  cattle  flew. 
*3  Then   by   an  angel's  midnight  ftroke, 
The    flower  of  Egypt  dy'd ; 
The  ftrengih  of  every   howfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and   their  pride. 
14,  Now  let    the  world  forbear  its    rage, 
Nor  put   the  church   in   fear ; 
Ifrael   mnft  live  through  every  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 
Pause  II. 
1  $>  Thus  were  the  tribes   from  bondage  brought, 
And  left  the  hated   ground  : 
Each   fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 
16  The   Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  joumies  right ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 
>7  They  thirft;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In   rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  ftill  the  courfe  they  took. 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

18  O  wondrous  ftream  !  O  bleffed  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift,  our  rock,  maintains  our  life 
Through  all  this  wildernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th*  Almighty  hand. 

The  chofen  tribes  poifefs'd 
Canaan,   the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

The  church  renounce  her   fear; 
Ifrael  mud  live  through  every   age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

1,1  .ill.  .    m...         ..r 

Psalm  106.     Long  Metre.    [*] 

Ver.  1 — 5.   Prmft  to  God}    or,  communion  zuitk  faints 
1  HPO  God,   the  great,   the  ever  blefs'd, 
A    Let  fen^s  of  honour  be  addieis'dj 


Psalm  106.  1?7 


His  mercy  firm  forcvei    fta 

Give  him  the  thanks  his    love   demands. 

2  Who  .knows  the  wonders  of  thy    ways  ? 
Who   (hall  fulfil  thy   boundlefs  prai 
Bleft   are  the  fouls   that  fear  th 

And  pay    their  duty   to    thy  v. 

3  Remember  what  thy    mercy   did 
For  Jacob's   race,    thy  chnfen  (ced; 
And  with  the  fame   falvation  blefs 
The  meaneit   fupp:i3nt  of  thy   grace. 

■4  O   may  I   fee   thy  tribes  ivjoice, 

And  aid  their   triumphs  with   my  voice! 
This    it  my   glory,    Lordr  to  be 
Joirvd  to  thy   faints,   and   near  to   thee. 

-    ■ m 

Psalm  106.     Short  Metre.     [>] 

Ver.   7,  8,  12—14,43 — 48.  W  and  par- 

doned; or,  God's  ur.c  hang  table  love* 

1  C^  OD  of  eternal  love, 

VJf  How  iickie  are  cur  ways  ! 
And  yet  bow   oft  did  Ifrael    prove 
Thy  conflancy  of  grace ! 

2  Th  y   faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy   praife   they    Qing ; 

But  I  forks  cf  power  forgot, 

And   inurmuj'd  with   their  tongue. 

-3       Now  they  believe  his  word, 
die  rocks   with  riven  fl 
■ .  with    heir   lufts  provoke  the    Lord, 
And  he   redue'd   them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they    mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearken'd   to   their  gr<^ 

Brought   his  own  covenant  to   his  thoughts, 
'd  them  ftill  his   fans. 

5  Their  names   were   in  his  book, 
He  fav'd   them  from    their  foes; 

Oft  he  chauVd,  but   ne'e*  forfook 
The   people   that   he   chofe. 

6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the   Lord, 
Who    lov'd   their  ancient    race ; 
Did  Chnftians  join  the  {oleum   WOl 

aen,  to  all  the  praife. 


178 Psalm  107. 

Psalm  107.     \Ji  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*} 

lfradled  to  Canaan,  and  Chrijlians  to  heaven. 

1  f^rIV^  tnanks  .to  God »    ne  reigns   above  ; 
VT  Kind  are   his   thoughts,  his   name   is   love; 
His  mercy,    ages  paft  have   known, 

And  ages  long   to   come  {hall  own. 

2  Let  the   redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  : 
Ifrael,    the  nation  whom  he   chofe, 
And   refeu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

$  £When  God's   almighty  arm   had  broke 
Fheir  fetters  and   th'   Egyptian  yoke, 
They  traced  the  defart,   wandering  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  a  fix'd   abode; 

Nor  food,   nor  fountain  to  a  flu  age 
Their  burning  thirft,   or   hunger's  rage.] 

5  In   their   diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide; 
He   led    their  march   far  wandering  round ; 
'Twas  the   right  path   to  Canaan's  ground.- 

6  Thus  when  our  firft   releafe   we  gain 
From  fin's   old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defart  world   to  pafs, 

A  dangerous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He   feeds  and  clothes  us  all    the  way ; 
He  guides  our  footfteps,  left   we  ftray ; 
He   guards  us  with  a  powerful   hand, 
And  brings  us  to   the  heavenly  land, 

$  O   let   the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How   great  his  works!    how  kind   his  ways  I 
Let  every   tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 


Psalm  107.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Correclwn  jor  Jin,   and  releafe   by  prayer. 
l  TjpROM  age  to  age   exalt  his  name; 
JL    God  and  his  grace  are  (rill   the   lame  ; 
He  fills    the   hungry  foul  with    food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  every  good. 


Psalm  107.  179 


*  But   if  th^ir  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies ; 
If  they  rqeft  his  heavenly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the    Lord  ; 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the   ground. 
And  no   deliverer  (hall  be  found: 
Laden  with  grief,  they  wafti  their  breath 
In  daiknefs,  and  the   (hades  of  death. 

4  Then   to  the  Lord  they  raife   their   cries : 
He  makes   the   dawning  light  arife, 
And   fcatters  all    that  difrnal  {hade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round   their  head. 

5  He  cuts   the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And   lets  the    fmil:ng  prifoners  through; 
Takes  off  the  load   of  guilt  and  grief, 
And   gives  the   lab' ring  foul  re  iff. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  ire 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 

How  great  his  works  !    how  kind  his   ways  \ 

Let  every  tongac  pronounce   his  praife. 

Psalm  107.     3d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [*j 

htmperance  faimfked  and  pardoned;  cr,   c 

the  givtion  end  the  drunkard. 

1  \  TAIN  man,  on  foo^iPn   pleasures  bentj 

V      Prepares  for  his   tr 
"What  pams,   v?h?.t  loath  force  maladies 
From  luxury  and   luft  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  fee's  his   vital*  wafte, 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  !,. 

;  is   active   power  I 
And   fainting  life  craws  neaf   the   duO-. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and   loathes  to  ear, 
H»>  foul    abhors  delicious  meat ; 

ire,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
yield  to  death,   to  be  releasMl 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  finners  fly 
To  God  foi    help,   with  earned  cry: 
He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  ibeir  br  ■'■:-' 
And  faves   them  from  approving   ct 

med'eine  could   effect  the  cur? 
^o  quick    R         ^ 


180 Psalm  107, 

*  be  entente   God   repeals; 

He   fends  his  (overeign  word,  and   heals. 
6  O  may  the   Tons  of  men  record 
rJ  he    wondrous  goodnefs   of  the  Lord  ! 
And   let  their   thankful  offerings  prove 
How   they    adore  their  Maker's  love 

Psalm  107.    ±th  Part.    Long  Metre.     \jf\ 
D        ranee  Jrom  Jtorms  and  Jhipzoreck  ;     or,   tkz 
feamarfs  fong 

1  W0l?LD  ^ou  behoId  the  WOrk»  of  God, 

V  V     His  wonders   in  the  world   abroad, 
Go   with    the   manners,  and  trace 
The  unknown   regions  of  the   fcas, 

2  They   leave   their   native  fhores  behind, 
And   feize  the    favour  of  the   wind, 
Till  God  commands,   and  tempers  rife, 
That  heave    the  ocean  to   the  fkies. 

3  Now   to  the  heavens   they   mount  amain; 
Now   fink   to    dreadful    deeps  again ; 
What  Orange  affrights  young   failors  £eel9 
And  like  a  daggering  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lcll  to   all   hope,    to   God  they   cry  : 
His  mercy    hears   their  loud  addrefs, 
And   fends   falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He   bids   the  winds  their  wrath  affuage; 
The  furious  waves  forget   their  rage  : 
9Ti4  calm ;  and  failors   fmile  to  fee 
The  haven  where    they  wifli'd  to  be. 

6  O  may   the   fons  of  men  record 
The   wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord ! 
Let  them   their  private   offerings   bring, 
And    in  the  church    his  glory    (ing. 

Psalm    107.     Common   Metre.     [$q. 

The  mariner's  pfalm. 

1  fT*HY  works  of  glory,    mighty   Lord, 

JL    Thy   wonders  in  the   deeps, 

The   fons  of  courage   (hall   record, 

Who  trade  in   floating  mips. 

2  At   thy  command  the  winds   arife, 

And   fwell   the  towering   waves; 
The   men,   sdoniuVd,   mount   the   Ikies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 


Psalm  107-  181 


2  [Again   they  climb  the  watery  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tottering  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vam. 

4  Flighted   to  hear  the   temped:  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath  ; 
And,   nopelefs  of  a  diflant  fhore, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries , 

He  hears  their  loud  requeft. 
And  orders  fi;ence  through  the  fkics, 

And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 
£  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  {form  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 

There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  flupid   mortals  know 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnels  of  the  Lord ! 
And   thofe  that  fee   thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy   wondrous  love  record, 

Psalm  107.    Loft  Part.   Long  Metre,     [>1 

Colonies  planted;  or,  naticms  bUjJed  and  punid 
A  Pfalm  for  New-England. 

1  \  TI/'HEN   God,   provok'd  with   daring  crirne.3, 

V  V     Scourges  the   madnefs   of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the   land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhowery   bleflings  from   the  fkies, 
And  harvefts  in   the  defart  rife. 

3  [Where   nothing  dwelt  but  beads  of  prey, 
Or  men   as  tierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds    them   towns  and   cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,   and   trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruits  fupply  their  wan;  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful    flocks, 
Their  wealth  mere  ales  with  their  flocks. 


182 Psalm  109, 

5  Thus  they  are  b'efl  :    bur  if  they  fin, 
He   lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew   invades  their  lands, 
Their  children  die  by  barbarous  hands, 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpitied   and  forlorn ; 
The  country   lies  unfenc'd,   untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful   hand  he  turns; 
A^?.ii  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live. J 

8  The  righteous  with    a  joyful   fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence ; 
And  tongues  of  athcifts  (hall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord! 
But  wife  obfervers  (till   (hall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind. 

Psalm  109.      Common  Metre,     [b] 

Ver.  l — 5,31-   Love  to  enemies,  f?om  the  example  of Chrifi, 

1  (~>  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
VJT  Thy  glory  is  my  fong, 
Though  finners  fpeak  againtl  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders,  falie  and  vain, 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  miferies  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe; 

Yet  wih  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murderers  on  his  crofs, 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  (hall  thy  bright  example  mine 

In   vain  before  mine  eyesr 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies* 


Psalm  110. 183 

5  The    Lord    (hall  on  my   fide   engage, 
And  in   my   Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
So  flanoer   a':d  condemn. 

Psalm  110.       \jl  Pari.     Lorg  Metre.     j>] 

Qkrifl  exalted,   and  muttituu^   convtried',  or,   the  fnc- 
cefi  of  the  go/pel. 

1  HPHUS  the  eternal  Father   ipake 

A     To  Chrift  the  Son,    "  Afcend  and  fit 
M  At  my  right   hand,    till  I  fhall   make 
"Thy  foes  fubmiflive  at   thy  feet. 

2  "  From   Zion   fhall    thy  word  proceed ; 
"Thy  word,   the  fcepcre  in  thy    hand, 
"Shall   make  the   hearts  of  rebels   bleed, 
"And  bow  their  wills  to   thy  command. 

3  "That  day  fhaii   fhew  thy  power  is  great, 
"When  faints  fhali  flock   with  willing  minds, 
"  And  finners  crowd  thy   temple-gate, 
"Where  holineis   in    beauty    {Lines." 

4  O   bleffed  power !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large   viclory   fhall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  ih-    drops  of  morning   dew. 

PiALM  110.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

The  kingdom  ana  tritjiru^a  of  Chrijl. 

1  HPHUS  the  great   Lord  of  earn  "and  fea 

-L     vpake  to  his  Son,   and  thus  he  fwore  : 
"  Eternal    fhall  thy  pneflhocd  be, 
M  And  change  from   hand  to  hand  no  more, 

2  "  Aaron  and  all   his  fons  mud  die, 
'"  But  everlafting   life  is  thine, 
"To  fa\e  forever  thefe  that  fly 

"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchizedek  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 
"And   thou,   my   heavenly  prieft,   (halt  plead, 
"And  thou,  my  king,   (halt  rule  my  ions." 

4  Jttus,  the  prieft,   afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels   of  eternal   p~ace, 
Between   the   Father  and   the  Son, 
Proceed   with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

$  Through   the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpreac 
And  crufu  the  powers  that  dare  rebel; 


184  Psalm  110,  111. 


Then  {haM  he  judge  the  r;firg  dead* 
And     v.  H    ihc  giilry   world   to  hell. 
6  1  hough  while  lie  trc;ids  his   glorious  way, 
He  dnnks  the  cup  of  tears   and  blood, 
The   'offerings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Sha  1  hu;    advance   h'm  near  to   God. 


Psalm  1 10.     Common  Metre.     u&] 
Chrijt's  kingdom  and  prieJtAood* 

1  TESUS,   our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J     And  near  thy   Father  fit  : 

In  Zion  fhall  trry    power  he   known, 
And  make  thy  fees  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall   thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  ftnli    lurpafs 
The   numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fovefcign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firm   decree, 

Nor  changes   what  he  fwore ; 

"Eternal   (hail  thy   pridlhood   be, 

"When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  M  Melchizedek,    that    wondrous  priefr, 

"That  king  of  high  degree, 
"Thar  holy  man,  who  Abrah'm  blefr, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  prieft   forever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus  our  king  fo>ever  gives 

The  bleflings  of  his  love. 
I)  God  (hall  exalt  his  glorious  hean, 

And  his  high   throne  maintain  ; 
Shall  ftrike  the  powers  and  princes  dead 

Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

Psalm  111.  \fl  Part.  Common  Metre.    [#] 

The  wifdom  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  Q ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
O  To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpvead  his  name  abroad 

2  How   great  the   works  his  hand  hath  wrought  \ 

How  glorious  in  our   fight  ! 
Good  men  in  every  age  have  fought 
Mis  wonders  with  delight.. 


Psalm  111,112.  185 

3  How  mod  exact  is  nature's   frame! 

How  wife  th'  Eternal   Mind  ! 
His  couniels  never   change   rhe   fcheine 
That  his   firft  thoughts   defign'd. 

4  When  he  rtdeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  covenant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heavenly  (kill  proclaim  ; 
What  fhall  we   do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read   thy  name  ? 

6  To   fear  thy  power,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  (kill ; 
And  he's  the  wifefl  of  our  race, 
That  heft  obeys  thy  will. 

PsaLxM  111.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

The  pcrjecliovs  cj  Gcd. 

1  A~^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
v_X  Demand  oar  noblefi  fongs : 

Let   his   aiTenibkd  faints  uniie 
Their  harmony  of  tongues 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever   mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  covenant  fure  ; 

Holy  and  reverend  is   Ins  mine, 

His   ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely   wife 

Muft   with  his  fear  begin, 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  every  fin 

Psalm  112.     Long  Particular  Metre.     [^] 

Tut  biffin  j 
1  '  I  "HAT  man  is  bleft  who  Rands  in   awe 
A     Of  God,  and   loves  his   facred   law  : 
His   fefd  on  earth   lhall  be  renown'd; 
His  hou'e   the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  inexh^ufted  treafury, 
And  with  iucceffive  honours  crown'd, 


1 86 Psalm  1 1 2. 

a  His  liberal  favours  he  extends  ; 
To  fome  he   gives,   to  others  lends ; 

A  generous  pidy  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  j  uft   to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,   while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future   harveft  fow*d  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and   bears 
A  train  of  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

4  Befet  with  threatening   dangers  round, 
Uranov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground; 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction**  night ; 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 
Pause. 

5  fill  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around : 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  (its,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all   their  hope  and  glory  drown'd* 

6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find    heir  expectations  crofs'd; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlailing  night, 

And  all  their  names  in    darknefs  loft.] 

Psalm  112.     Long  Metre.     O] 

The  blejfings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

1  HPHRICE  happ^  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

JL    Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  wor*d ; 
Honour  and  peace  his  jays  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome,  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
^hat  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread. 


Psalm  112,  113.  187 


His  be?rr   is   arm'd   agiinft   the    .ear. 

For  God  with   all   his  power   is   there. 
4  His  foul,   well   fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word; 

Amidft  the  darknefs  lieht  fhili   rife, 

To  cheer  his  h-.-art,   and   blefs  his   eyes. 
A  He  ha'h  difpers'd   his  alms  a> 

His  works   aie  ftil!   before   his  God  ; 

His  name  on  earth  fha!l   long  remaiu, 

W^'ie   envious  finneis  f-er  in  vain. 


Psalm  112.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

Liber  aL  !\ 

1  TJAPPY   is    he   that  fears   the  Lord, 
STl.  Ann   follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity   dwells  within  his  bread 

To  an  the  fons  of  need; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  b^- flings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings   fhall   furprife 

His  well  eftabinYd  mind; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves    his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general   diftrefs, 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine. 
To  ihew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain   before  the  Lord ; 
Honour  on  earth,   and  joys   above, 
Shall   be  his  fare  reward. 

Psalm  113.     Long  Particular  Metre.     [&] 
The  majefiy  and  condefcc?Ji:n  of  God. 

1  \^E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

X     The  honours  of  his  name  record, 

His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er   the   circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let   lands  and  feas  his  power  confefs. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's   narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vail  dominion   bounds  ; 

The  heavens  are  far  below   his  height  : 


188 Psalm  113. 

Let    no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might ! 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What   the  bright  hulls  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to   mortal  things ; 
His  fovereign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from   the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleffing  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  : 
The  mother  with  a  thankful   voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys: 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 


Psalm   113.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

God  fovercign  and  gracious, 

1  \7"E  fervants  of  th'  Almighty  King, 

1  In  every  age  his  'praifes  fing  : 
Where'er  the  fun  (hall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall   his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefly ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  power  reftrain. 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories,   how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light! 

4  Behold  his  love  ;  he  (loops  to  view 
What  iaints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and   cottages  obfeure, 
His  grace   exalts    the  humble   poor; 
Gives    them    the    honour   of  his  fons, 
And  fits  th  m  for  their  heavenly  thrones. 

6  TA  word   of  his  creating   voice 

Can  make  the    barren  houfe  rejoice ; 
Though  Sarah's   ninety   years  were  paft, 
The  promis'd   feed    is  born   at  laft. 

7  With  joy    the   mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wondcis  God  has  done  ; 


Psalm  114,  115. 189 

Faith   m.'y  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  : 
IF  natui     tai  s.   the  promife  bears.] 

Psalm  114,     Long  Metre.     [#] 

\s  journey. 

1  TT/HEN   Ifrael,  freed  from   Pharaolrs  hand, 

VV      Left  the  proud   tyrant  and  his  land, 
Thr  tribes  with   cheeifu'    hon-age  own 
r  King,  and  Judsh   was  his  throne. 

2  Aoofs   the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
The  deep  divides   to  make  them   way  : 
Jord.m   beheld  their  march,  and  fled 

til   backward  current   to  his  head. 

3  Tl:e  mountains  (hook  lik**  fpghted   fheep, 
Like   lambs  the  little  hillocks   lc?p  ; 

Not   Sinai  on  her  bafe  could   ftand, 
Confcious  of  fovereign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll   his   tide  ? 
Why   did  ye   leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence   the   fright   that  Sinai   feels  ? 

5  Let  every  mountain,   every  flood, 
Retire,   and  knew  th'  approaching  God, 

King  of  Ifrael  :    fee  him   here  ! 
Tremble,   thou   earth,   adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and   all  nature  mourns; 
The  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns  : 
Flints  .  :ij  fountains  at   his  word, 
And  fires  and   fens  con  re  Is  the   I 

Psalm  115.       Long  Metre.     O] 

true  God  our  refuge;   or,  tdetatr 

1  X "  OT   to  vurf.lves,  who  are  but  dufi, 
*\    Xor  to  outfelves  is  glory   u^e, 
1  rod,   thou  only  jufl, 

v    gracious,   wife  and  true. 
Drth   in  aii  thy    dreadful   name; 
Why   fhould  a  heath  n's   haughty    tongue 
In  full  us,   and,   to  jai'e  our   (h  u 
Say,    ''Where's  the  God   you've  ferv'd  fo  long  r*1 
3  The  God   we  ferve   maintains   Ins  throne 
Above  the  clouds,   beyond  the    Ikies  ; 
Through  all  the  earth   his  will   is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,   he  hears  our  cries. 


190 Psalm  115, 

4  But  the  vain   idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fnap^s  of  (lone   and  wood ; 
At   beft,    a   mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver   faint,    or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  their  head ; 
Deaf  are   their  ears,    their  eyes  are  blind  : 

In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
And  vows   are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave   when   mortals    pray; 
Mortals   that  pay   them  fear  or   love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they. J 

7  O  IfraeJ,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,   thy   refuge,  and  thy  reft: 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the   prieft. 

8  The   dead  no  more  can  fpcak  thy  praife, 
They   dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave ; 
But  we  (hall    live  to   fing  thy   grace, 
And   tell  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 

Psalm   115,      Particular  Metre.     [>] 

Popijk  idolatry  reproved, 

1  ^\JOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
i^N    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due; 
Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juuice  claim 
Immortal   honours  to  thy   fovereign  name. 
Shine  through  the  earth  from  heaven  thy  bled  abode, 
Nor  let  the  heathen  fay,  "And  where's  your  God?" 

2  Heaven  is  thy  higher  court ;  there  (lands  thy  throne, 
And  through  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done. 
Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heavens  he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  : 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their   faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are   thofe    artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears ; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 

Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move; 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  power,  nor 

love  ; 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their   long   complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  iaints. 


Psalm  116. 191 

4  The    rich  have  flatties   well   adom'd  with  gold; 
The   poor,  content  with  gods   of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools   of  iron    carve   the   fenf~lefs    flock, 
Lopt  from   a  tree,    or   broken  from  a  rock; 
People  and  priefts  drive   on  the  folemn   trade, 
And   truft  the   gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made,  j 

5  Be  heaven   and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay, 
Which  is   more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  oi   they, 
O  lfrael,  truft  the    Lord  !  he  hears   and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,   and   reftores   thy  peace  : 
Kis   worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and   he  thy  heavenly  fhield. 

6  In  God  we   truft ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign; 

Had  they  prevaii'd,   darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And   death  and  liience   had  forbid   his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,    and   live  :     let  fongs  arife, 
And    Zion   blefs   the  God   that  built  the  fkies. 

Psalm  11G.  1  ft  Part.  Common  Metre.   [fc>] 

Recovery  from  ficknefs. 

1  T   LOVE    the   Lord  :  he  heard   my   cries, 
A   And  pity'd  every  groan; 

Long  as  I   live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  grieis   away  : 
O  let  my   heart   no  more  defp:«ir, 
While  I  have  breath    to  pray  ! 

3  My   flcfh  declin'd,  my  fpirirs  fell, 

And    I   drew  near   the    dead ; 
While   inward  pangs,   and  fears  of  hell, 

Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head, 
y  God,"  I  cry'd,    "  thy   fervant   fave, 

"Thou  ever  good   and  juft; 
"Thy  power  can  refcue  from   the  grave, 

"Thy  power   is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me   fore  difireft, 

He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my   foul,   to  God,  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft   known  his  love. 

6  My   God  hath  fav'd  my   foul   from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears : 


192  Psalm  116,  117. 

Now  to  hs  praife  I'll   fpend  my   breath, 
And   my  remaining  years. 

Psalm  116.   2d  Part.  Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.    i2,  &c.       Vows,    made   in    trouble,  paid  in    the 

church  ;  t»r,  public  thanks  for  private  deliverance* 
i   \ X  THAT   fhall  I  render  to  my  God 
VV     For  all   his  kindnefs  fbown  ? 
My  fecr  fhall   vifit   thine  abode, 
My   fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  Taints  that  fill   thine  houfe 

My  offerings  fhall   be  paid  ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal   perform  the  vows 
My  ioul  in   anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleffed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  fcrvants  in  thy  fight  1 
How  piecious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,   I  devote  to  thee* 

5  Now  1   am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe   move  ; 
Thy  hand  haih  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
'Witnefs,   ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  tire  Lord. 

Psalm  117.     Common  Metre.     [&] 

praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  /"~\  ALL  ye  nations,   praife  the  Lord, 
V_>/  Each   with  a  diff'rent   tongue  : 

In  every   language   learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be   fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land ; 

Proclaim   his  grace  abroad  : 
Forever  firm   bis  truth  thall  fland ; 
Praife  ye^he  faithful  God. 


Psalm  117.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

ROM  all   that  dwell   below  the  fkles, 
the  Creator4*  praife  arife ; 


FRO* 
Let 


Psalm  117,  118, 19S 

Redeemer's   name    be   lung 
■  -ugh  every  la.id,   by    every    tongue. 
2   Eternal    are  thy   mercies,    Lord ; 
rnal   truth    atten  rd  : 

i!    found  from   more    to    fiiore, 
Till  funs    (hail   rife    and    fet    no    more. 

Psalm   117.     Short  Metre.     [#] 

1  HPHY   pame,   Almighty    Lord, 

X    bhall   found   through    diftant  lands ; 
Gre  it  u  thy  grace,  and    fure    thy   w 
truth   forever   (lands. 

2  Far  be   thine   honour   fpread, 
And    !ong    thy   praife   endure, 

Till  morning   light  and   evening   {hade 
Shall    be   exchanged    no   mo.e. 

Psalm  118.   Ift  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*i 

Ver.  6 — 15.     Deliverance  f  rem  tumult* 

1  T  I  ^HE   Lord  appears  my  helper   now, 

-L       Xor  is   my   faith  afraid 
Of  what  the  fons   of  earth  can  do, 
Since    Heaven   affords  me   aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer,    Lord,   to   hope  in  thee, 

And   have   my  God   my  friend, 
Than  truft   in   men  of  high   degree, 
And   on  their  truth   depend. 
g  Like   bees  my   foes  befet   me  round  ', 
A  large   and    angry    fwarm ! 
But  1   mall    all   their  rage   confound 
By   thine    almighty   arm. 
^  'Tis   through   the  Lord   my   heart  is  ftrong, 
In   him    my    lips   rejoice; 
While   his   faivanon  is  my   fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 
5  Like    angry   bees   th.-y  girt   me   round  ; 
ten    God    appears,   they   fly: 
So  burning  thorns,    wrh  crackling  four 
Make   a   fierce    blaze   and  die. 
y  Joy   to  the  faints  and  peace   belongs  ; 
The   Lord  protects  their  days; 
Let   Ifrael  tune   immortal   fongs 
To  his  aimighty  grace. 
K 


194  Psalm  118. 

Psalm  118.    2d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  17 — si.     Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 

LORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
And   refcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  (hall   he  live;    (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to   fave.j 

2  Thy  praife,   more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall   fill  his  daily  breath; 
Thy  hand,   that  harh  chaflis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  dill  from   death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  {hall  worfhip  there  ; 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy   mercy  to   declare. 

4  Among  th}  affemblies  of  thy   faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  : 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there   we   fpeak  thy   praife. 

Psalm  118.   3d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [#] 

Ver.  22,  23.     Chriji  the  foundation  of  his  church' 

1  TVEHOLD  the  fure  foundation-ftone 
X3     Which  God   in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name; 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  fhame. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,   fcribe  and  prieft, 

Rejecl  it  with  difdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell   withftood, 

Yet  mall  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thine  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in   our   eyes. 

Psalm  118.  ^th  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  24—26.     Hofanna  ;    the  Lord1  s  day;  or,  Chrift's 

refurreclidn  and  cur  falvation. 
1  nPHIS  is   the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
A      He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 


Psalm  118. 19J 

Let  heaven  rejoice,   let  earth   be   gad, 
And  praife   fur  round   the  throne. 

2  To-day  he   rofe  and   left  the   dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  teU. 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  anomted  King, 

To   David's  hoiy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O   Lord  ;    defcend  and   bring 
Salvation  from   thy    throne. 

4  Bled  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  mefTages  of  grace; 
Who  comes   in   God   his  Father's  name. 
To   i^vt  our  finful   race. 

5  Hofanna  in  the    higheft  ft  rains 

The  church  on   earth   can  raife; 
The  higheft  heavens   in  which   he  reigns* 
Sh"»M    give  him  nobW  pmife. 

Psalm  118.   Short  Metre.     [*■] 

Ver.  22 — 27.     An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's-day,  or,  c 
new  Jong  cf  falvation  by  Chrifi. 
[EE  what  a   living  ftone 
The  builders  did  refufe ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 
The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 
Rejecl:  thine  only   Son  ; 
Yet  on   this  rock  fhall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner- (tone. 
The  work,   O   Lord,  is   thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 
This  is  the  glorious   day 
That  our  Redeemer   made  ; 
Let   us  rejoice,   and  fing,   and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 
Hofanna  to  the    King 
Of  David's  royal  blood; 
Bleis  him,  ye  taints ;    he   comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 
i      We  blefs  thine   holy   word, 
Which  all  this  grace  difplays ; 


S1 


196 Psalm  118,  119, 

And   oil  r   on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our    fncrifice   of   praife. 

Psalm  118.     Long  Metre.    J>] 

Ver.   22 — 27.     An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day ;  or,  a 
new  fong  of  fahation  by  Chrift* 

1  T    O  !    what    a   glorious   comer-ftone 
JL-*     The  Jewifh    builders  did  refufe  ; 
But  God   hath  built  his   church  thereon, 
In   fpite  of  envy,   and   the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  !    the  work  is   all  divine, 
The  joy   and  wonder   of  our   eyes; 
This  is  the  day    that   proves  it  thine, 
The    day  that  faw  our   Saviour   rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,   and  faints  be   glad  : 
Holanna,   let  his  name  be    bleft  ; 
A  thoufand   honours  on   his  head, 
With   peace,   and   light,   and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to   our   dying   race ; 

L.et   the  whole   church  addrefs    their  King 
With  hearts   of  joy,   and   fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM    119. 

/  have  collcBed  and  dijpofed  the  mofl  ufeful  verfes 
of  this  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different  heads,  and  formed 
a  Divine  Song  upon  each  of  them.  But  the  verfes  are 
much  tranfpofed  to  attain  fome  degree  of  connexion* 

In  fame  places,  among  the  words  law,  commands, 
judgments,  tcitimonies,  I  have  ufed  go{^c\y  word,  grace, 
truth,  promifes,  &c.  as  wore  agreeable  to  the  New  Tef- 
tament,  and  the  common  language  of  Chriflians,  and  it 
equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmifl,  which  was  to 
recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures, 

Psalm  119.    IJiPart.  Common  Metre.  [*]. 

The  blejjednefs  of faints ;  and  mifery  of  firmer s. 
Ver.   i,    2,    3. 

1  T>  LEST  are   the  undefii'd   in  heart, 
XJ     Whofe   ways   are   right  and   clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy   law  depart, 

But  fly    from   every   fin. 

2  Bleft   are  the   men   that  keep   thy   word, 

And  praclife  thy  commands  .; 


Psalm  119, 197 

With  their  whole  heart   they    feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve    thee  with   their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law; 

How  firm  their  fouls   abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temprarion  draw 
Their  fteady   feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 

4  Then  (hall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face   from  (name, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 
Ver    21,    118. 

5  But  h-aughty   finners   God  will  hate, 

The  proud  fh?»ll   die    accurft  ; 
The  fans  of  falfehood   and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dud. 

Vtr.  no,    155. 

6  Vile  as  the   drois  the  wicked   are ; 

And    thofo  that  leave  thy   ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But   never  taile  thy    grace. 

Psalm  119.    2d  Part*  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Secret  devotion  and  Jpintual  mwai ant >fs  ;    or,  confront 
cenverfe  wit  A  God. 
Ver.   147,  55. 

1  HPO  thee,   before   the  dawning  light, 

JL      My   gracious   God,   I   pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver,   81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints   to  fee  thy  grace ; 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up; 
And  whHe  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupporrs  my  hope. 
Ver.   164. 

3  Seven  times   a  day  1  lift  my  hands, 

And   pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils   the   fkies, 

I  call  thy   works  to   mind ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance   find. 
R  .2 


198  Psalm  119. 


Psalm  119.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*~| 

Projeffions  of  fincerity,   repentance  and  obedience. 
Ver.   ,57,  60. 
3  HPHOU  art   my   portion,    O   my  God; 
JL       Soon  as    I  know   thy  way, 
My   heart  makes   hade   t'   obey    thy  word, 
And    fuffers   no   delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  choofe   the  path  of  heavenly   truth, 

And    glory    in    my    choice ; 

Not   all    the   riches  of  the   earth 

Could    make   me  fo   rejoice. 

3  The    tefli  monies   of  thy  grace 

I    fet   before   mine  eyes  : 
Thence  I   derive   my   daily   ftrength, 
And  there  my   comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I   wander   from   thy  path, 

I   think   upon   my   ways; 
Then  turn  my  feet   to  thy  commands, 
And   truft   thy   pardoning  grace. 
Ver.  94,   114. 

5  Now   I  am   thine,   forever   thine, 

O   fave   thy  fervant,   Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my   fhield,  my   hiding   place, 
My  hope  is   in  thy  word. 
Ver.    U2. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy   ftatutes   to   fulfil  : 
And  thus   till   mortal   life  fhall  end 
Would    I    perform    thy   will. 

Psalm119.  MhPart.  Common  Metre.  [fc>3 

Inftruclion  from  fcfipture* 

Ver.   9. 

HOW  fhall  the  young   fecure   their  hearts, 
And  guard   their   lives   from    fin  ? 


gua 
Thy  word   the  choicer!  rules   imparts, 
To  k 


keep   the   conscience   clean. 
V^r.  130. 

2  When  once   it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It   fpreads    fuch   light  abroad, 
The   meaneft  fouls   inftruc~lion   find, 
And  raife   their  thoughts  to  God. 


Psalm  119. 199 

Ver.    105. 

3  'Tis   like  the   (un,  a   heavenly  light, 

That   guides   as   all   the    day  ; 
And   through    the   dangers   of  the   night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  cur  way. 

Ver.  99,   100. 

4  The  men  that   keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And   mediate   thy   word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their   teachers  arc, 
And   better  know  the   Lord. 
Ver.    104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife ; 

1   hare  the    finner's   road  : 
I   hate  my  own   vain  thoughts  that  rife^ 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89.  90.  91. 

6  [The  ftarry   heavens  thy   rule   obey, 

The  earth   maintains   her   place  : 
And  thefe  thy  Tenants,   night   and  day, 
Thy  {kill   and  power  exprefs. 

7  But  dill  thy   law  and  gofpe),   Lord, 

Have   leflons   more   di\  ine  ; 
Not  earth  ftands   firmer   than   thy  word, 
Nor  ftars   fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.    160,    140,  9,  116. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting   truth, 

How  pure   is  ever}'   page ! 
That   ho1}-  book  fhall  guide  our   youth, 
And   veil   fupport  our  age. 

:Psalm  119-  5th  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ddight  in  fcripturc ;  or,  the  word  of  God  dzv  tiling  in  ust 

1  f}  HOW  I  lovely  holy  h 

•V^/     'Tis   daily  my   delight : 
And  thence  my   meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.   148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy   word  : 
My  fool    with    longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy   gotpel,    Lord. 
Ver.    3,  V3,    54. 

3  Kow  doth   thy   word   my  heart  eng?gc  f 

How  well  employ  try   toog 


200 Psalm  119. 

And  in   m>     ife&Hn     .  dgrimage, 
Yields   me  a  heave. )!y  Cong. 
Ve..  19,   103. 

4  Am  I  a  ft  range*,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual   feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  hom  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
Ver.  72,   127. 

5  No  trea lures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  (hall  thy  word    be  fold 

For  loads  of  fit  ver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choio  ft  gold. 

Ver.   28,  49,   175. 

6  When  nature  fiuks,   and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And   ihtrt  I  write  thy  praife. 

Psalm  119.  6th  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Huiincfs  and  comfort  from  the  word. 
Ver.   128. 

1  T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
A-i     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 

With  every  fluttering  luft. 
Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy   law  in  fight, 
Through  all   the  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver,  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  eric?, 

"How   fweet  thy  comforts  be!" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder   rife, 
And   bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Ver.   162. 

4  And   when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At    fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  (hare  the  fpoil 
Have    '   ys  compar'd  to   mine. 

Psalm  119.  1th  Part.  Common  Metre.  O] 

Imperfection  oj  na  ureA  and  ptrjeciion  oj  fcripture. 
Ver.  96,  paraphrafed. 
1  T    ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
■*-*    To  form  one  perfect  book, 


Psalm  119.  201 


Great  Gcd,    it     ,nc;    compar'-d   with   thine, 

How  mean    th  ir   writing!    look ! 
-2  Not  the  moft   perfect  rules    they   ^ 

Could  (hew   one   fin   foigiven, 
Nor   lead   a   ilep  beyond    the   grave  ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I've   feen   an  end   of  what    we  call 

Perfection    here    below  ; 
How  fhort   the   power*  of  nature  fall, 
And  can   no  farther  go ! 

4  Yet   men  would   fain    be  juft  with  God, 

By   works  their  hands  have    wrought ; 
But    thy    commands,   ex  eeding  broad, 
Extend   to  every  thought. 

5  In   vain    we   boaft  perfection   here, 

While   fin   defiles   our   frame; 
And   finks   our  virtues   down   fa   far, 
They   fcarce   deferve  the   name. 

6  Our  faith   and   love,    and  ever}'   grace, 

Fall   fctr   below   thy    u 
But   perfed  truth   and    righteoufncfil 
Dwell  only  with   the   Lord. 

Psalm  119.  8th  Part.  Common  Metre.  [#3 

The  word  of  Gcd  is  the  faint's  portion  ;    or,  the  excel* 
lency  and  variety  of  J crip tare. 
Vet.   in,  paraphrafed. 
i  T    ORD,  I   have  made  thy    word  my  choice, 
J—*     My  laftir>g  heritage  ; 
There   wall      ly   noblefl  powers   rejoice, 
My  warmefl   thoughts   engage, 

2  I'll   re?d  the  biflories  of  thy  love, 
And   keep  thy   laws   in   bght, 

the  promifea  I  rove 
With  evei    frefri  delight. 

3  Tis  a    broad  land   of  wealth  unknown, 
Where   fprings  of   life   arife ; 

Seeds  ot  immortal  blifs  are   fowD, 
And   hidden  glory    lies. 

4  The  heft   relief  that  mourners  have; 
ll    makes   our   forrows   b!eft ; 

Our   iairett  hope  beyond  the  grave.. 
And  our  eternal  refl. 


202  Psalm  119. 


Psalm  119.  QthPart.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Dejirs  of  knowledge  ;  or,  tht  teachings  of  the  Spirit 
with  the  word, 

Ver.  64,  68,    18. 

1  HPHY  mercies  fill    the  earth,  O  Lord, 

X    How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read   thy  word, 
And   fee  thy  wonders   there. 
Ver.  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy   hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 
O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The   duties  he  muft  do. 
Ver    19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here   below, 

Let  not  thy    path   be  hid ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.  26. 

4  When  I   confefs'ci  m\    wandering  ways. 

Thou  heardft  my   loui   complain; 
Giant  me   the  t<  achings  o£  thy  grace, 
Or  I  mail  ftray  again. 

Ver.   33,    34. 

5  If  God   to  me  his  flatutes  ihew, 

And  heav'nly   truth  impart, 
His  work  Forever  Ml  purfue, 
His  law  lhall  rule  my    heart. 
Ver.  50,  71. 

6  This   was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety   of  grief; 
It  made   me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy   law; 
Nor  let   that   blefTed  gofpel  go, 
Whence  all   my  hopes  I   draw. 
Ver.  27,   171. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways : 
My    thankful   lips,  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 


Psalm  119. 203 

Psalm  119.  \0thPart.  Common  Metre.  [t>] 

PI  ading   the  p  romijt  s . 
Ver.  38,  49. 

1  T>EHOLD  thy  waiting   fervant,  Lord, 
J3  Devoted  to  thy   fear ; 
Remember  and   confirm  thy  word, 

For  ail  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  41,   58,    107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quickening  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy    throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Ver.   123,   \2. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ! 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  iips  prevail, 
Which  dare  reproach  my   hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then   let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  mail  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  far. 

Psalm  119.  MthPart.  Common  Metre.  [b] 

Breathing  after  kohnefs. 

Ver-   5»  33- 

1  /^\  THAT  the  Lord  would   guide  my  ways 
V>/  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and   do  his  will  ! 
Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy   law  upon   my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  a£l   the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes  : 

Let  no  corrupt  drfign, 
Nor  covetous  defires,  arile 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 
Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footileps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my   heart  fincere  ; 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,   Lord, 

But  keep  my  confciciKC  clear, 


204 Psalm  119, 

Vcr.  176. 
£  My    foul    hath   gone  too  far  aftray  ; 
My  feet    too  often    flip  ; 
Yet  (ince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Re  (lore   thy   wandering  fhcep. 
Ver.  35. 
6  Make  me  to  walk  in   thy  commands; 
'Tis   a   delightful   road; 
Nor   let  my  head,    or   heart,   or  hands, 
Offend  agaihft    my    G<>d. 

Psalm  1 19.  I2tb  Part.  Common  Metre,  [b  J 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 
Ver.    1^3. 

1  A/TY  God,    confider  my  diftrefs, 
-IVJL     Let   mercy  plead  my  caufe; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againit  thy  grace, 

X  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.   39,   116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fnarp  reproach 

Which  I  fo  juilly  tear; 
Uphold  my   life,  uphold  my  hopes,- 
Nor  let  my  (hame  appear. 
Ver.   122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me  ; 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs ; 
But   make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  fhinings  of  thy  face. 
Ver.  82. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil^.. 
"And  make  my  comforts  life?'* 
Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And   (hew  thy  grace  the  fame, 

As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  aiford 

To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

Psalm  119.  IZtkPart.  Common  Metre.  [b~| 

Holy  fear,  and  tendemefs  of  confeience. 
Ver.   to. 
i  TX7ITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy   facte 
VV       O   let   rue  never  ilray 
Vrom   thy  commands,  O  God  of  Grace, 
Nor  tread  the  fewer'*  wav  ! 


Psalm  1 19. 205 

Ver.    li. 
i  Thy  word  I've  hid  my   heart, 

To  keep  my   confeience  clean, 
And  be  an  everiafting  guard 
Fiom   every    rifiug  fin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  1 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  iaints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  : 
My   forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.    161,   163. 
lile  fmners  do  thy  gofpei  wrong. 
My   fpirit  ftands  in  awe; 
My  foul   abhors  a   lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.   161,   120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred   reverence  hears 

The   threatenings  of  thy   word; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgment  of  the   Lord. 
Ver.   166,   174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy   fa'vation  dill ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  rhy  wi 

Psalm  119.  14/A  Part.  Common  Metre,  [b] 

Benefit  of  affliBims,  and  fufiburt  under  tkem* 
Ver.  153.  81/  82. 
l  f^  OXSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
V_y   And  thy  deliverance  fend ; 
My   foul  for  thy   falvation  faints; 
When  wHI  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  71. 
£  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my   Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me    learn  thy  lawy 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Ver. 
-3  This  is  the   comfcrt  I  enjoy 
When  new  diftrefs  begins, 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  ha:e  my  former 

Ver.   92. 

4  H^d  not  thy  word  been  my  del  \ 

When  etrtiily  joys  were  fled, 


206  Psalm  119. 


My   foul,   oppreft  with    forrow's   weight, 
Had   fiunk  among   the  dead. 
Ver.  75. 

5  1  know   thy  judgments,   Lord,   are  right, 

1 'hough   they   may  feem  fevere  : 
The   {harped   fufferings   I    endure 
Flow   from   thy   faithful   care. 
Ver.  67^ 

6  Before  I  knew   thy   chaftening  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now   I   learn   to  keep  thy   word, 
Nor  wander  from   thy   way. 

Psalm  119.  1 5th  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*Q 

Holy  refolutions . 
Ver.  93. 

1  f~\  THAT   thy  ftatutes,   every  hour, 
V-/  Might  dwell   upon   my   mind! 
Thence  I   derive  a   quickening  power, 

And  daily   peace   I   find. 

Ver.  j  5,  t6. 

2  To  meditate   thy   precepts,   Lord, 

Shall  he  my   fweet  employ; 
My   foul   (hall   ne'er  forget  thy   word, 
Thy   word    is   all    my  joy. 
Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run   in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 
Ver.  13,46. 

4  My   lips  with  courage   (hall   declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word,   though  kings  fhould  hear, 
Nor   yield   to   finful   fhame. 
Ver.  61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right ; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their   lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are   ill; 
I  love  my   God,   I  love   his  ways, 
And   muft  obey  his  will. 


Psalm  119. 207 

Psalm  119.  IQtk  Part.  Common  Metre,  [b] 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.   2.5,  37. 

1  A/TY^  foul   lies  cleaving  to   the  duft ; 
JlVA  Lord,   give  me   life  divine ! 
From   vain  defires,   and  every    luft, 

Turn  off  thefe  eyes   of  mine. 

2  I  need   the   influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I   fhould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 
Ver.   107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions    prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Thy   word,   *hai  I   have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my   heavieft  hours. 
Ver    1^6,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  iovereign  ftill  : 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  w7armer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 
Ver.   159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move, 
Without  enlivening  grace  ! 
Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  go!  pel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power, 
To  draw  m_  near  the  Lord, 

PsalmJ  19.     \lth  Part.   Long  Metre,   [b] 

Courage  and  perfeveranc-  under  perfecvtim;   or,  grace 
Jlnning  in  difficulties  and  trials. 
Ver.    143,  28. 

1  "\  X  7KEN  pain  and  augutft  feize  me,   Lord, 

VV     All  my  frjyport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diffoives  for  heavinefs. 
Uphold  me  with  thy   ftreng  .ace. 

Ver.  51,  5g,  lie 

2  The  proud  have   fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  wirh  envious  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fm  ; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 


208  Psalm  119,  120, 

Ver.    161,  7%T~ 
3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  maiice   die  with  fhame. 

Psalm  119.    Loft  Pari.    Long  Metre.  [t>3 

Santtified  afflictions  ;  or,  delight  in  the  word  of  God* 

FVer.   6j,  59. 
ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand ; 
How  kind  was   thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  fore'd  my  confcience  to  a  (land, 
And  brought  my  wandering  foul  to  God  I 
-£  Foolifh  and  vain,   I  went  aftray, 
Ere  1  had  felt  thy  fcourges,    Lord; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I   might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  Mfues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall   raife   my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all   the  treafures  of  the  South, 
Or  Weftern  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.   73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  Spirit  form'd   my  foul   within; 
Teach   me   to  know  thy   wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  (in. 

Ver.   74. 

6  Then   all   that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my   falvaiion  fhall  rejoice; 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

Psalm   120.     Common  Metre.     [(>] 

Complaint   oj    quaere ijome  neighbours ;     or,    a  devout 

wijk  for  peace. 
1  HPHOU  God  of  Love,  thou  ever  bleft, 
JL      Pity   my   fuffering   ftate ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft 
.From  lips  that  love  deceit? 


Psalm  121.  209 


2  Hard   lot  of  mine !    my   ctays  are  caft 
Among  the  fons  of  ft  rife, 

\Vhore  never-ceafing  brawlmgs  wade 
My  golden   hours  of  life 

3  O  might  I  fly   to  change  my  place, 
How  woud  I  chojfe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide   lonefome  wildernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blefling  that  I  fczk ; 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
I  am  for  peace;    but  when  1  (peak, 
They  all  dec  1  are  for  arms. 

5  New  paflions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 
And  keep  their  malice  flrong; 

What  fha!l  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  through, 
Striel  juftice  would  approve; 

But  1  had  rather  fpa:e   my  foe, 
Ami  mek  his   bean  with  love. 


£ 


Psalm  121.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Divine  pnucticn- 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond   the   fkies ; 
Thence  all  her  heip  my  foul  derives; 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives;    the  everlafting  God, 

That  built  the  world,   that  fpread  the  flood; 
The  beav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He   guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  Imiles  blefs  all   the   cay  ; 
He  fpreads  the  evening  vail,   and  keeps 
The  fiient  hours  while  Ifrael  deeps. 

4  Ifrael,  a  name   divine ly  bled, 
May   rile  fecure,   fecureiy  reft; 
Thy   holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  (lumber  nor  furprife 

5  No  fun  (hall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the   pale   mood    wirh  fickly  ray- 
Shall  blali  thy  couch;    na  baleful  ilar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

s  2 


210  Psalm  121. 


6  <}d   earth  and  hell    with  malice  bum, 

thou  lln'-t  #o,   and   dill  return 
Safe    in  the   Lord  !    his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy   life  from   every  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power; 
And  in   thy    lall  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace   the  airy  road, 
Shali  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Psalm  121.     Common  Metre.     [«] 

Prefervation  by  day  and  night. 

1  nnO  heaven   I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

A      There  all  my   hopes  are  laid; 
The   Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fries 
Is  my   perpetual   aid. 

2  Their  feet  fliall  never  Aide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep : 
His  ear  attends   the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 

With   his   almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  molt  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing   harm. 

4  Ifrael,  rejoice,  and   reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper   is   the   Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal   guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  mooa 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where   thickeft  dangers  come; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


Psalm  121.     Hallelujah  Metre.    [*]. 

God  our  p refer ver* 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God   that  built  the  fkies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 


Psalm  122. 2H_ 

God  is  the   tower 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev  ry  hour. 

I  My  feet  (hall   never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide* 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thole   wakeful  eyes, 

Which  never  deep, 

Shall  Ifratl  keep, 

When  dangers  nfe^ 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafts  of  evening   air, 
Shall  take   my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  fun, 

And  thou  my  made, 

To  giKird  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

.4  Haft  thou  not  given  thy  word, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft   my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal   breath : 

I'll  go  and  come, 

Nor  fear  to  die, 

Till  from  on  h;gh 

Thou  call  me  home. 

Psalm  122.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Going  to  tkutck. 

1  TTOW  did  my   heart  rejevee   to  hear 
X.  A.    My  frien.is  devoutly  fay, 

Mln  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
41  And  keep  the  fotemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the*  rond  ; 

The  church,   adornM   with  gnjee, 
Stands  like   a  palace,   built  for  God, 
To  (how  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes   repair ; 
The  Sen  ot  David  holds  his   throne, 
And  fits  ta  judgment  there. 


H' 


212 Psalm  122, 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides   the  finners  from  the   faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  : 
With  holy  gifts,  and  heavenly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  bleft. 

6  My  foul  (hall   pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

Psalm  122.     Short  Particular  Metre.    [»] 

Going  to  church* 

[OW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was   I, 
To  hear  the   people  cry, 
"  Come,   let  us  feek  our  God   to-day ;" 
Yes,   with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 
And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round ; 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

There  David's  greater  Son 

Has  fixM  his  royal  throne  ; 
K[e  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there; 

He  bids  the  faint  be  glad, 

He  makes   the  (inner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy   within  thee  wait, 
To  blefs  the  foul  of  every   gueft  ; 

The  man  that  feeks   thy  peace, 

And  willies  thine  increafe, 
A   thoufand  blefhngs  on  him  reft ! 

My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  !" 
For  here   my  friends  and  kindred   dwell  y 


Psalm  123,  124.  213 


And  fince  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee   his  bled  abode, 
My  foul  (hall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Repeat  the  \th  Jlanza,  if  necejfary. 

Psalm  123.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

Pleading  with  fiibmiftcn. 
l  f~^\  THOU,  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
V>/  Enthron'd  above  the  fries, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 
■  2  As  Tenants  watch  their  mafter's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry   ftroke ; 
Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful   look  : 

3  So  for  our  fins   we  juftly   feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O   God; 
Yet  wak   the  gracious  moment  dill, 
Till  thou  remove  thy   rod. 

4  Thofe  who  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our   daily  groans   deride, 
And  thy   delays  of  mercy   give 
Frefli   courage   to  their   pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,    but  our  hope 

In   thy   companion  lies ; 
This  thought  {hall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will    not    defpife. 

Psalm  124.     Long  Metre     [^] 

A  fong  for  public  deliverance. 

1  T  TAD  not  the  Lord,  may   Ifrael   fay, 
JLi.  Had   not  the   Lord  maintan'd  our  fide, 
When    men,  to  make  our   lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  iweiling  of  the  tide  ; 

fi  The  fwelling  tide  had  (Icpt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 
We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death; 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  foul. 

9  We  leap  for  joy,    we  {hout  and  fuig, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal   ftrol 
So^  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful 
Wiien  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke.. 


214 Psalm  125. 

4  Forever  biefled  be    the   Lord, 
Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fhare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murdering  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls   his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in   Jehovah's  name, 

Who   fiorm'd  the  earth   and  built  the   fkies ; 
He,  that   upholds   that   wondrous  frame, 
Guards  his  own   church  with  warchful  eyes. 

Psalm  125.     Common  Metre.     [*fj 

The  faints9  trial  and  fafety. 
i  T  TNSHAKEN   as  the  facred   hill, 
KJ    And  firm  as  mountains   be, 
Firm   as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  reft, 
That   leans,   O  Lord,  on   thee. 

2  Not   walls,  nor   hills,   could  guard  fo  well 

Old    Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  every  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near   to  God, 
Divine  companion   does  allay 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere9 

And  lead   them   fafely   on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord   is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him   firft  to  hell 
Shall   fmite   his  followers   too. 


Psalm  125.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

The  faints'  trial  and  fafety  ;    or,  moderated  ajflittions* 
!       T?IRM  and  unmov'd  are   they 

JL    That  reft   their  fouls  on  God; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where    David   dwelt, 

Or  where   the  ark  abode. 
Si       As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred   ground, 
So  God,   and  his  aJmighty  love, 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 
3      What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  cliaftifing  ftroke, 


Psalm  1'26.  2h 


Yet  left   it  wound   their  fouls   too    deep, 
Irs  fury   (hall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  genily,  Lord,   with   thofe 
Whole   faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope  and    love,   and  every  grace 
Proclaim  their   hearts   fincere. 

5  Nor    (hall   the   tyrant's   rage 
Too    long  opprefs  the    faint ; 

The   God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,   left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  fiavifh  fear 

Will    choofe   the  read  to  hell, 
We  muft  expect  our  portion  there, 
Where   bolder   fmners   dwell. 

Psalm  126.     Long  Metre*     [*] 

Surf)  ifing  ac/iic  ranee. 
l  TX  7HEX  God   reftor'd  our  captive   (late, 

V  V     Joy   was  our   fong,  and    grace  our  theme  ; 
The  giace,  beyond  our   hopes   (o   great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  d;eam. 
.2  The  fcoffcr  owns  thy  hand,   and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to   thy    name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  (hour  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful   notes   thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review?d  our   difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard   to  think  they'd  vanim'd  fo ; 
With   God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He   makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The    man  that   m  his   furrow'd   field 
His  fcattei'd  feed  with   iadnefs   leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the   harveft  yield 
A    welcome     load   of  joyful  fheaves. 

Psalm  126.    Common  Metre.     O] 

Thejc\  of  a  •  ir.drkabU  converfion ;  or,  melancholy  rmiovta'. 

1  VJl/HEN  God  reveai'd  his  gracious   name, 

v  V      And  chang'd   my   mournful  (late, 
My    rapture    feem'd  a  pleafm^  dream, 
The  grace  appeav*d   fo  g* 

2  The  world  beheld  the  g'orious  chaiij 

And  did  thy   hand   cortfeft  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out    in  unknown  0 


216 Psalm  127. 

3  "Great  is   the  work,"    my   neighbours   cry'd, 

And  own'd   thy   power  divine  ; 
11  Great  is  the   work,"   my  heart  reply'd,  . 
"And  be  the  glory  thlne.,, 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  jfkieSj 

Can  give  us   day   for   night  ; 
Make  drops  of  (acred  farrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till   the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  (hall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great, 
And  (hout  the  bleflings  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  duft, 

It  fha'nt  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

Psalm  127.     Long  Metre.     [&] 

The  bleffing  of  God  on  the  bujinefs  and  comforts  of  life, 
i  TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 
-A   And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep, 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ; 

3  Tjs  all  in  vain,  till   God  hath  bleft ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleflings  too, 
If  God  our  fovereign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends ! 
How  iweet  our  daily   comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

Psalm  127.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

God  all  in  all. 
l  TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
A     The  builders  work  in  vain; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye> 
An   ufelefs  watch  maintain, 
u  Eeforc  the   morning  beams  arife, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 


Psalm  128,  129.  £17 

And,    till    the  Oars  afcend  the  fkies, 
Your  tirefome  toil   purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  deep,   and   coarfe  your   fare, 

In  vain,    till  God  has  bled; 
But  if  his  fmiles   attend  your   care, 
You  (hall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends* 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  iove. 

Psalm  12&     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Family  Sleffings. 

1  f\  HAPPY  man,  whole  foul  is  fill'd 
y^f     With  zeal  and  reverend  awe ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 

His  life  adorns   the  law. 

2  A  careful  Providence  (hall  (land, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleflings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a   fruitful   vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy   board, 
Each    like  a  plant  of  honour   mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the   Lord. 

4  The  Lord  {hall   thy  bed  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come; 
The  Lord,  who   dwells   on   Zion's  hillt 
Shall  fend  thee   bleflings   home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church   arife, 
Then  leave   the   world  in  peace. 


Psalm  129.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Pcrfeadcrs  punijhed. 

1  TTP  from   my  youth,   may   Ifrael   fay, 
yj     Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ; 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 

And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
Oft  they  aflail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  not   deftroy'd   my  life. 

T 


21 8  Psalm  130. 


3  Their   cruel  plough   had  torn  my  flefh, 

With  furrows  long    and  deep ; 
Hourly   thry  vex*d   my  wounds  afreih, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  fleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,   with   impartial  eye, 
Meafui'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their   infolence  furprisM 

Tc   hear  his  thunders   roll  1 

And  all  the   foes  of  Zion   feiz'd 

With   horror  to   the  foul ! 

6  Thus   (hall  the  men   that  hate   the  faints 

Be  blauVd  from   the  fky; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all   their  projects  die. 

7  [What   though  they   flourifti  tall  and  fair, 

They    have  no  root  beneath ; 
Their  growth  fhajl  perifh  in  defpair, 
And   lie  defpis'd   in  death.] 

8  [So  corn,   that  on   the    houfe-top  {lands, 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The   reap;  r   ne*er   {hall    fill   his  hands, 
Nor   binder  fold   the  {heaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on   the   place  : 

No   traveller    heftows 
A   word   of  b'efiing  on   the   grafs, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 

Psalm  13a     Common  Metre.     [t>] 

Pardoning  grace, 
l  /"YUT  of  the   deeps   of  long  diftrefs, 
V-y     The  borders  of  defpair, 
I   fent   my  cries  to   feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to   move  thine  ear. 
ft.  Great  God  !    mould  thy  feverer  eye 
And   'hine  impartial    hand 
Mark  and  revenge   iniquity, 
No  mortal    flefh   could  ftand. 
3  Bur   there   are   pardons  with  my   God 
For   crimes   of  high   degree ; 
Thy  Son   hath  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  ueac  to  thee. 


Psalm  13a  219 


4  [1  wait  for   thy   falvation,    Lord, 

With  ftrong  defires  I    wait  ; 
My  foul,  invited   by   thy   word, 
Stands  watching   at   thy    gate.] 

5  [Juft   as  the   guards   that   keep   the   night 

Long   for  the   morning    fkies, 
Watch    th^    firft   beams   of  breaking   light, 
And  meet   them    with   their  ayes  : 

6  So  waits  my   foul   to  fee    thy  grace, 

And,  more   intent  than   • 
Meets  the  firft   openings  of  »hy   face, 
And   finds  a  brighter  day,] 

7  Then   in   the   Lord    let   Ifiael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  fedk  his    face ; 
The   Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And   plenteous   is   his   grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners    long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  ij>  his  Son, 
And  Ifrael   {hall  be    favM 

Psalm  130.    Long  Metre.     [*] 

Pardoning  zract. 
1  T7ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  tioubled  thought*, 
JL    To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  ! 
If  thou  fevereiy  mark  our  faults, 
No  flefti  could  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

3  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  low  as  well  as  fear. 

g  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifn  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truft  k  fix'd  upon  thy  word; 
Nor  (hall  I  twift  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  ail  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the   redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  fmful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 


220  Psalm  131,  132. 

Psalm  131.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Humility  and  fubmijjion. 

1  TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 
A     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Oi   do  I  a£l  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  1  appeal  to  thee. 
Si  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  fiill, 
And  all  my  carnage   mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 
3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind 
Shall  have  a  large  reward : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign*d, 
And  trail  a  faithful  Lord. 

Psalm  132.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

Ver.  5,  13 — i-3.     At  the  fcttlemtni  of a  church ;    or% 
the  crdinaiion  of  a  mtmfier, 

3  \7[7HERE  frail  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
VV     An  habitation  for  our   God, 
A  dwelling  for  ih'  Eternal   Mind, 
Amongft  the  fons  g£  flefh  and   blood  ? 

fi  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 
His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bleft. 

3  "Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
"  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord ; 
"Here  (hall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 
"And  bleffings  mail  attend  my  word. 

4  "Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
"And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread: 
"  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
"With  fweet  provifion  ftiali  be  fed. 

5  "Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 
"My  priefts,  my  mmifters  ihall  mine; 

"  Not  Aaron,  in   his  coftly  drefs, 
"  Made  an  appearance  fo  divine, 

6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

"Their  inward  joys,  (hall  About  and  fing  ; 
"The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
"And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 


Psalm  132, 221 

"  ["Jefus  fhall  fee  a  numerous  feed 

*'  Born  here,   t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
"Hil  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 
"While  all   his  foe:,  are   r'oth'd   with  fcamcjf*] 

Psalm  132.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  4,  5,  7,  8,  15 — 17.     A  church  cflablyked* 

1  ['VfO  deep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes 

1^1      Good   David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkics 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came 
To  worfnip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  gc, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  faints  affemble  now, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God. J 

Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  Grace,  arife, . 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  ! 
Lo !    thy  church  waits,  with  longing  eye;; 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bieft. 

3  Enter,  with  ail  thy  glorious   train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy   word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  con! 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty   God!    accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thv^  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with   bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign  ; 

Let  God's  Anointed  fhine; 
JulbVe  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting   throne, 

And,   as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefli  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his   foes. 
T  a 


222 Psalm  133. 

Psalm  133.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

Brotherly  love. 

1  T    O,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
-i-*     Are   brethren  that  agree  ! 
Breihren,  whofe   cheerful   hearts   unite 

In  bands   of  piety  ! 

2  When  ft  reams  of  love,   from  Chrift  the  fpring, 

Defcend  to  every   foul, 
And  heavenly  peace,   with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews   the   whole  : 

3  JTis  like    the  oil,  divinely  fweet, 

On  Aaron's  reverend   head, 
The   trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning   dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where   God  his  mildeft  glory  {hews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

Psalm  133.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Communion  of  faints  j  or,  love  and  worpiip  in  a  family. 
i       L>  LEST  aje  the  fens  of  peace, 

JD  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe, 
Through  all  their  aftions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe, 

Where  zeal  and  friendfliip  meet; 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the   rich   perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And   pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy.   like  morning  dew,  diftils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Psalm  133.     Short  Particular  Metre.    [*] 

The  bleffings  of  friendfhip. 
1       T  TOW  pleafant  'tis   to   fee 
Ll  Kindred  and  friends  agree; 
Each  in   their  proper  ftation   move, 
And  each  fulfil  their  parr, 


Psalm  134,  135.  223 

With  f>  mpathifing  heart, 
In   ail  the  cares  of  life   and  love  ! 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  Died 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet : 

The   oi!  through  all  the  room 

Diltus'd  a  choi  e  perfume, 
Ran  th.ough   his  robes,  and  bleft  his  feet, 

3  Like  fruitful  mowers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Defcending  from   the  neighbouring  hills ; 

6uch  flreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  every  friendly   foul, 
Where  love  like   heavenly  dew   diftils. 
[Repeat  the  ftrjt  jlanza,  if  ncce/Jary.] 

Psalm  134-.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 
1  \^E  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
A      Attend    his  holy  place; 
Bow   to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  blefs   his  wondrous  grace. 
£  Lift  up  your  hands   by    morning  light, 
And  lend  your  fouls   on  high  : 
Raife  ycur  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above   the  iiarry   fky. 
3  The  God  of  Zicn  cheers  our  hearts 
With    rays   of  quickening   giace; 
The  God   that  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  ru]es  the  fwelling  feas. 

Psalm  135.     \Jl  Part.    Long  Metre.     O] 

Ver.    l — 4,   14,   19—21. 
The  church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 

1  T3RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his   name, 
JL     While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints,    that  to  his  houfe  belong, 

Or  fland   attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord ;  the  Lord  is   good  : 
To  praife  his  name   is  fweet  employ  1 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfclf  will  judge  his  faints  : 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  fiicnds : 


224  Psalm  135. 

And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord   declares 
His  name,   and  breaks  th*  oppreffor's  rod; 
He   gives  his  differing  fervants   reft, 

And  will  be  known  TV  Almighty   God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,   who  tade  his  love, 
People  and  priefls,  exalt  his  name : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells : 
His  church  is   his   Jerufalesn. 

Psalm  135.    Id  Part.    Long  Metre.    [*] 

Ver.  5 — 12.     The  works  of  creation*  providence,  re- 
demption of  Ifraei,  and  dejlruclion  of  enemies. 

1  f~^  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
V-T  Above  all  powers,  and  every  throne  : 
Whate'er  he  pleafe,  in  earth  or  fea, 

Or  heaven  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
The  lightnings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  (lore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,   through  thy  flubborn  land; 
When  all  thy  firft-born,  beads  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  averaging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifraei,  whom  his  hand  redeenrd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave ! 

5  His  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hods  of  hell ; 
And  heaven  he  gives  us  to  poifels, 
Whence  thofe  apoflate  angels  fell. 

Psalm  135.     Common  Metre.     [&] 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

1  A  WAKE,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
xJL     Your  fweeted  paflions  raife, 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while   you  fing, 
Incrcafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord;    and  works  unknown. 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 


Psalm  136. 225 

But  dill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,   earth  and   fea  confefs  his  hand ; 

He  bids   the  vapours  rife  : 
Lightning  and  ftorm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep   through  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  power,  that   gods  or  kings  have  elaim'd 

Is  found  with   him  alone ; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be   nam'd, 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  or  ftones  they    truft 

Can  give  them    mowers  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  wrojfhip  glittering  duft, 
Aid   pray  to   gold   in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk, 

Such  as   their  makers   gave  : 
Their  feet  were   ne'er  defignM  to  walk, 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  he  ir  when  mortals  pray  : 

Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  faints,   adore   the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

He   makes   the   churches  his  abode, 

And  cliims  your  honours  there. 

Psalm  136.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

God's  wonders  of  creation,  providence,    redemption  of 
Jfraet,  and  falvation  of  his  people 

1  f^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fover<.>gn  Lord, 
vJ     His  mercies  (till   endure; 

And  be   the  King  of  Kings   auor'd  : 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

2  What  wonders   hath  his  wifdom  done ; 

How  mi^hry   is  bis  hand! 
Heaven,  earth  and  fea  he  fram'd  alone  : 
Haw  wide  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun   fupplies   the  day  with  light  : 

How  bright  his   counfcls  mine  ! 
The  moon  and  liars  adorn  the  night  : 
His  works  arc  all  divine, 


Sjo Psalm  136, 

4  [He  (truck  the  fons  o 

How  dreadful  is   his 

b  joy  hb  people  led : 
How   |  i    oar  God ! 

5  He  cleft  the  i  J     a  in  two; 

His  an1.  rbt  : 

And  gave  the  trihes  a  paSjge   through; 
unite. 

6  Be  I  army  there  he  drown' d  ; 

How  glorious  are  his  wu. 
1  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground; 
mi  De  his  p 

7  Great  monarch*  fell  beneath  his  hand; 

-^rious   is  his  fword  ; 
Wfci  E  Itrael  took  the   promis'd  land  ; 
iaithful   is   his  word.j 

8  He  faw  the  narioos  dead  in  fin; 

He  felt  his  pity   move ; 
How  fad  the  {fate  the  world  was  in; 
How  boundkfs   was  his  love! 

9  He  lent  to  fave  us  from  our  wo; 

His  goodnefs  never  foils; 
From  deith,  and  hell,   and  every  foe; 
1  ffiil  his  grace   prevails. 

10  Give   thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  King; 

His  mercies  fiill  endure ; 
Let  th«  whole  einh  a  'ang; 

l  truth   is  ever  fu*e. 

Psalm  136.     Hallelujah  Metre.     [*] 

1  /~^  IV  E   thanks  10  G  a  mo&  high, 
Vj  The  univerfal    L 

,~  of  Kings; 
::e  adored. 
His   power  and  grace 
Are  :me; 

hii  name 
Have  endle is  praife. 

2  How  mighty  is   his   hand  ! 

::  wonders  hadi  he   done ! 
:  the  earth  and   feas, 
And  fpread   the  heavens  aiooe. 
Tny   mercv.   Lord, 
Shall  ftilf  endure; 


Psalm  1 


Aad   ever  furc 
Abides  thy   word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd   the  fun, 
To  crown  the   day*  with  Hgfrt; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  Ran, 
To  cheer  the   darkfome   oighl. 

His  power   and  grace 
Are  ftill  the  f: 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  p 

4  [He  fmote  the  firft-born  (ons^ 
Tbe  flower  of  Egypt,  dc: 
And   thence   ho  chcfen   b 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  {till   endure  ; 
And   e\er   fare 
Abides  thy  word. 

5  His  power  and  lifted    rod 
Cleft   the  Red  ^a  in  two, 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  paffage  throogjiar 
His  power  and  grace 
Are  ftill   the  fame; 
And  let  h:s  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 

fa  all  his  hoft   he   drowtfd; 
And  brought  his   Ifrael-fofc 
Through  a  long  defert  ground, 
lord, 
I  ftill  endure; 
And    ever   fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Pav 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his   dreadf 
While  his   own  (ervants   :: 
Pofleffiou  of  t 

His   power  and  grace 
Are  ftill   the  :"• 
And   let   his  name 
Have  endleis  praife.} 


223 Psalm  136. 

8  He   faw   the  nations   lie 
All  perifhing  in   fin, 
And  pity'd   the    fad    ftate 
The  ruin'd   world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,   Lord, 

Shall    ftill  endure; 

And   ever   fure 

Abides  thy  word. 
g  He  fent  his  only  Son 
To  fave  us   from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  fin,   and  death. 
And   every   hurtful  foe. 

His  power  and  grace 

Are  ftill    the   fame ; 

And   let  his  name 

Have   endlefs  praife. 
lo  Give  thanks  aloud  to   God, 
To   God,   the  heavenly   King ; 
And   let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftill   endure; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy   word. 

Psalm  136.    Abridged.    Long  Metre.   [*] 

1  f~^  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
V_T  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords  renown, 
The  King  of  Kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  lighr, 
He  bids  the  moon  dircft  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever   fhall  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  mine  no  more. 

5  The   Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  Drought  them  to  the  prorais'd  land  : 


Psalm  13S.  223 

m      •      *  ' ■     ■    ■   .  ■   ■ 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat   his  mercies   in  your   fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  piry  work  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 

When    death  and  fin   (hall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

8  Through  this  vain   world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  feat ; 

His  mercies  ever  -mail  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  (hall  be  no  more- 

Psalm   158.     Long  Metre.     [»] 

Rejloring  and  pre] truing  grace. 
\  [\  \  7ITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and    tongue 
VV     I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong: 
Angels  {hall  hear  the   notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  long,  and  join  the  praife. 

2  Angels,   that   make  thy  church   their  care. 
Shall   witnefs  my   devotion  there, 

While  holy  zeal  direels  my  eyes 
To   thy  fair   temple  in   the   fkies.] 

3  I'll  fing   thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  ; 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all   thy  works  and  names   below, 
So  much  thy   power  and  glory  (how. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rifing  fears   control, 

And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heaven   maintains  his  flate, 
Frowns  on   the   proud,   and   fcorns   the  great-} 
But  from  his   throne  defcends   to   fee 

The  fons  of  humble   poverty. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand   fnares  1  ftand, 
Upheld   and   guarded  by   thy   hand ; 
Thy   words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my    dying   faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete   what  grace  begins,. 
To  fave   from   forrows  or   from  fins ; 

u 


230 Psalm  1 39. 

The   work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal    mercy   ne'er  forfakes. 

Psalm  139.    \ft  Part.    Long  Metre.    [t> 

The  all-feeing  God. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  through 
1— t  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 

My  heart  and  fleili,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinctly   known  : 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  (land  ; 
On  every  tide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftili  with  God, 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !    what  lofty  height  I 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpeft  loft. 

5  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
"Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft; 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
"Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

Pause  I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prcfence  fliun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run? 

7  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight,  ( 

'Tis  there  thou  dweil'ft  enthron'd  in  light; 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance   reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I   fly  beyond  the  w  ftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight, 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 


Psalm  1S9. 231 

io  "O  may  thcfe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
"Where'er  I  rove,    where'er  I  reu  ; 
M  Nor  let  my  weaker  pajfioos  dare 
"Confent  to  fin,  for  Goct  is   there.'* 
Pause  II. 

li  The  veil  of  night   is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes  t 
Thy   hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Through  midnight  {hades  as  blazing   noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,   they're  both  alike  to   thee; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God   will  fpy, 
And  hell   lies  naked   to   his  eye. 

13  "O  may  thefe   thoughts  poffefs   my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,   where'er   I   reft; 

\>r   let  my   weaker  pa  {Rons  dare 
u  Confent  to  fin.   for   God  is    there  " 

Psalm  139.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre,    [b] 

The  wonderful  formation  cj  man. 
1  *THWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
X    A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each    proclaims  thy   fkill   divine. 
S  Thine  eyes   did  all  my    limbs  furvey, 
Which   yet   in   dark  confufion  lay; 
Thou   faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Fcrm'd  by  the  model  of  thy   book. 

3  By    thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what   thy   fovereign  counfels  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,   the   beating  heart) 
Were  cop^'d  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  hit,  to  (hew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd    his  image  on   my   frame, 
And  in  fome   unknown   moment  joln'd 
The  finifh'd  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There   the   young   feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paflions  of  the   man  : 

Great  God,  our   infant  nature   pays 
Immortal  tribute   to   thy  praife. 
Pause. 

6  Lord,   fince  in  mv  advancing  age 
I've  a&ed  on  life's  bufy   ftage, 


232  Psalm  139. 

■  ■  -  ■    '  ■■»■  • 

Thy   thoughts  of  love   to  me  furmouut 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey   the   ocean   o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fhore, 
Before  my   fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  (till  imprefs'd, 
With  thefe  I  give  mine  eyes  to  reft; 
And  at  my  waking   hour  I  find 

God  and  bis  love  pofTefs  my  mind. 

Psalm  139.    3d  Part.    Long  Metre,     [b] 

Sincerity  pro/eject,   and  grace  tried  \    or,  the  heart- 

fearchng  God, 
1  TV/TY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

IVA  When  impious  men   tranfgrefs  thy  will! 

I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips   profane 

Take  thy   tremendous  name  in    vain. 
a  Does  not   my   foul  deteft  and  hate 

The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit? 

Thofe    that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 

1  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,    fearch  my  foul,  try   every   thought; 
Though   mine   own  heart   accufe  me  not 
Of  walking  in   a  falfe   difguife, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whew  o'er  I  ft  ray, 
And  lead   me  in   thy    perfect  way. 

Psalm  139.  IJ  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

God  is  every  where, 
l   TN   all   my  vail   concerns  with  thee, 
J-     In  vain  my   foul   would   try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,   Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine   eye. 
8  Thine  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
My  riling   and    my   relt; 
My   public  walks,    my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 
3  My   thoughts  lie  open  to  the   Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within; 


Psalm  139, 233 

And  ere   my  lips  pronounce   the    word, 
He   knows  the   fenfe   I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,    deep  and   high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy   circling  arms  I   lie, 
Befet  on  every   fide. 

5  So   let   thy   grace   furround   me  {till; 

And   like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard   my   foul  from   every  ill, 
Secur'd   by  fovereign  love. 
Pause. 

6  Lord,   where   (hall   guilty   fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In   hell  they   meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy   glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I   fuppr^fs  my   vital   breath, 

To  'fcape   the   wrath  divine. 
Thy  voice   could   break   the  bars  of  death, 
And   make   the  grave  refign. 

8  If,   wing'd   with   beams   of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  rhe   weft, 
Thy  hand,   which  muft  fupport  my   flight, 
Would   foon  betray    my   reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think   to   draw 

The  curtains  of  the   night, 
Thofe  flaming   eyes  that  guard  thy   law 
Would  turn   the   fhades  to  light. 
io  The  beams  of  noon,   the  midnight  hour, 
Are   both  alike   to  thee ; 
O  may  I   ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

Psalm  139.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*fj 

The  wifdom  of  God  in  the  Jo.matzon  of  man. 
l  T  X  7HEN  I  with  pleafing  wonder  (land, 
VV       And  all   my  frame   furvey, 
Lord,   'tis  thy  work:    I  own  thy   hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

«  Thy  hand  ray  heart  and  reins   pofleft, 
Where  unborn  nature  grew ; 
Thy   wifdom  all   my   features  trae'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

U  2 


-234  Psalm  139,  141. 

3  Thine   eye   with  nio  ft  care   furvey'd 

The   growth   of   every   part, 
Till    the   whole   fcheme  thy   thoughts   had   laid 
Was  copyM  by    thine  art. 

4  Heaven,  earth   and    fca,  and  fire   and  wind 

Shew   me  thy  wondious  fkill  ; 
But  I  review   myfelf,   and   find 
Diviner  wonders  (till, 

5  Thy  awful   glories  round  me   fhine, 

My   flefh  proclaims   thy  praife  ; 
Lord,  to   thy   works  of  nature  join 
Thy   miracles  of  grace. 


Psalm  139.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  14,    17,    18.     The  mercies  of  God  innumerable 
An  evening  Pfalm. 

1  T    ORD,   when  I  count  thy   mercies  o'er, 
-1-i     They  ftrike  me   with   furprife; 

Not  all   the   fands   that  fpread  the  ill  are 
To  equal   numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh   wirfi  fear  and   wonder  Hands, 

The   producl   of  thy   fkill ; 
And  hourly   bleffings  from   thy  hands 
Thy   thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe   on  my   heart  by  night  I   keep; 

How  kind,    how  dear  to  me  ! 
O   may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep, 
Still   find   my  thoughts  with   thee. 

Psalm  141.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  2 — 5.     Watch fulnefs  and  brotherly  reproof. 
A  morning  or  evening  Pfalm. 

1  TVyfY   God,   accept  my   early   vows, 
LVX  Like  morning  incenfe   in  thy   houfe ; 
And   let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife, 

Sweet  as   the  evening  lacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my   lips,   and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From   every  rafh  and  heedlefs  word; 

Nor   let  my   feet  kicfnae   to  tread 
The  guilty   path   where   finners  lead, 
2  O  may  the   righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Jmitc  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  i 


Psalm  142,  143.  235 


Their  gentle   words,    like  ointment,   fhed, 
Snail  never  bruife,    but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  1   behold   them  prefs'd  with   grief, 
I'll  cry   to   Heaven  for  their   relief; 
And  by   my  warm  petitions   prove 
How  much  I   prize  their   faithful  love. 

Psalm  142.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs. 

1  rTyO  God  I   made   my   forrows   known, 

JL      From  God  I    fought  relief; 
In    long   complaints  be  tore  his  throne 
I   pour'd   out   all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 

My   heart  began   to   break; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens   knows, 
He   knows    the   way    I  take. 

3  On  every  fide  I   caft   mine  eye, 

And  found   my    helpers  gone; 
While  friends    and   ft i  angers  paiVd   me  by, 
Neglected   and  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a   louder  cry, 

And   call'd  thy   mercy  near, 
"Thou  art  my  portion  when   I   die, 
"Be  thou  my   refuge  here." 
j  Lord,  I   am   brought   exceeding   low ; 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend  ; 
And   make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an   almighty    Friend. 
6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then  fhall  I   praife   thy  name; 
And  holy   men  fhall  join  with  me 
Thy  kindnefs  to   proclaim. 

Psalm  143.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Complaint  of  heavy  affliBions  of  mind  and  body. 

J  IVTY   righteous   Judge,  my   gracious  God, 
•i-VA  Hear  when   I   fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from   thy   throne  : 
O   make  thy  truth  and  mercy   known. 

2  Let  judgment   not   againft  me  pafs; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy   grace  : 


236  Psalm  143. 


Should  julfice   call  us  to  thy    bar, 
No   man   alive  is  guiklefs   there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,   Lord,   and  fee 
The   mighty  woes  that  burden   me ; 
Down   to  the  riuft   my    life   is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I   dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My   heart  is   defolate  within; 

My  thoughts  in  mufing   filence    trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To   bear  my    finking  fpirits  up; 

I  ftretch  my  hands   to   God  again, 
And  thirft,  like   parched  lands,   for   rain. 

6  For  thee   I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn ; 
When   will   thy  fmiling   face   return  ? 
Shall   all  my  joys  on  earth  remove? 
And  God   forever  hide  his  love? 

7  My   God,   thy  long  delay   to  fave 
Will  fink   thy  priioner  to   the  grave; 

My  h-art  grows  faint,   and  dim   mine  eye; 
M^ke  hafte  to   help  before   I   die. 

8  The   night  is   witnefs   to  my  tears, 
Diftrefling   pains,    diftrefling   fears ; 

O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice ! 

9  In  thee  I   truft,  to  thee  I   figh, 
And  lift  my   weary    foul  on   high ; 
For  thee   fit   waiting   all   the   day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  mow 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  mould  go; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet   the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my   God. 

Jl  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 

And    lead  me   to   thy   heavenly  hill; 
Let  the  good  Spirit   of  thy  love 
Conduct   me   to  thy  courts   above. 

12  Then   fhall  my   foul   no  more  complain, 
The   tempter   then   fhall   rage   in  vain ; 
And  flcfh,   that  was   my   foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 


Psalm  144.  237 


Psalm  144.  lJIPart.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  l ,  2.  A/fi fiance  andviBery  in  ihefpiritual  warfare. 
x  TpOREVER  bleffed   be  the  Lord, 
-T      My    Saviour  and   my  fhield ; 
He   fends   his   Spirit  with  his   word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field, 
s  When   fin   and  hell  their  force  unite, 
He   makes  my    foul  his   care, 
Inftru&s  me   to  the   heavenly  fight, 
And  guards   me  through  the  war. 
3  A  friend  and   helper   fo  divin? 
Doth  my   weak  courage  raife  ; 
He   makes   the   glorious  vielory  mine, 
And   his   {hall   be    the   praife. 

Psalm  144.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre,  [b] 

Ver.  3 — 6.  The  vanity  of  man,  and  condefcenjtun  of  God, 
l  T    ORD,   what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
JLj     Born   of  the  earth  at   firft ! 
His   life   a   fhadow,    light   and  vain, 
Still  hafting  to   the  duft. 
£  O  what  is  feeble,   dying  man, 
Or   any  of  his   race, 
That  God  mould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit   him   with  grace  ? 
3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  (hakes  the   worlds  above, 
And  mountains   tremble   at  his  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his   love ! 

Psalm  144.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  12 — 15.    Grace  above  riches ;  or,  the  happy  nation. 

\  TTAPPY   the  city    where   their  fons 
-LA  Like   pillars   round  a   palace   fet, 
And   daughters,    bright  as  polifh'd   {tones, 
Give   ftrength  and   beauty  to  the  {late. 

fi  Happy  the   country   where  the  fheep, 
Cattle  and   corn,  have  large   increafe ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  deep, 
Nor  fons  of  plunder   break   their  peace. 

3  Happy   the  nation   thus  endow'd ; 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe, 


238 Psalm  145. 

On  whom  the  all-fufficient   God, 
Him  &  If,   with  all    his  grace  bellows. 


Psalm  145.     Long  Metre.     O] 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  TVT^>  ^°d*  my  *"•*"£♦    tJly   various   praife 
LVA  Shall   fill    the  remnant    of  my   days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my   humble   tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife   the  fong. 

2  The  wings   of  every   hour   (hall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  every  fetting  fun  {hall    fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll   proclaim ; 
Thy  bounty   flows,   an  endlefs  itream  ; 
Thy   mercy    fwift;   thine   anger   flow, 
But  dreadful   to   the   flubborn   foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fover  ign  glory   fhine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefly  divine; 

Let  "every  realm  wi'h  joy"  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  ; 
And  unborn  ages   make  my   fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
Vail  and  unfearchable    thy   ways; 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

Psalm  H5.  IftPart.  Common  Metre.  [#] 
Vcr.    i — 7,   n — 13.     The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  T    ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
-Li     My  King,  my   God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy   fhall  be  the   fame 

In  the   bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,    his   power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace   repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And,   while  my  lips  rejoice, 


Psalm  145, 239 

The  men    that   hear   my    facred  fong 
Shall  join  their    cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to   fons  (hall   teach   thy  name, 

And  children   learn  thy   ways; 

Ages   to  come  thy   truth  proclaim, 

And   nations  found   thy   praife. 

5  Thy  glorious    deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world   be  known  : 
Thine  arm   of  power,  thy  heavenly  ftate, 
With  public   fplendour   mown. 

6  The  world    is  manag'd  by  thy  hands ; 

Thy  faints  are    rul?d   by  love; 
And   thine   eternal    kingdom   ftands, 
Though  rocks  and   hills  remove. 

Psalm  145.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre.  [%] 

Ver.  7,  &c.     Tht  goodnefs  of   Gcd. 
i   CWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
O     My    God,   my  heavenly   King; 
Let  age  to   age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  (bogs   of  glory  Sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs   to  the  fkies  ; 
Through  the  whole   earth   his  bounty  mines, 
And   every  wTant  fupplies. 

3  With   longing  eyes   thy  creatures   wait 

On   thee  for   daily  food  : 
Thy    liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And   fills  their  mouths   with  good. 

4  How   kind    are  thy   compafTions,   Lord! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But   foon   he  fends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  power  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But   laints,    that  tafte   thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to   blefs  thy  name. 

Psalm  145.  3i  Part.  Common  Metre.  [*] 

Ver.  14,  17,  &c.     Mercy  to  fuffertrs  ;  or,  Gcd  hearing- 
prayer. 
l  T    ET   every  tongue  thy   goodnefs  fpeak, 
•*-*    Thou   fovereign  Lord  of  all ; 


240 Psalm  14G. 

Thy  Mrengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When   forrow  bows  the   fpirit  down, 

Or  virtue    lias  diftrefs'd 
Beneath   fome   proud   oppreffbr's   frown, 
Thou  giv'ft   the   mourners  reft. 

3  The   Lord  fupports  our  tottering   daysr 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are    all  his  ways, 
And  all   his  words  are  truth. 

4  He   knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He   hears   his  children   cry, 
And,    their  beft   wifhes  to   fulfil, 
His   grace   is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From   men  of  heart   fincere  : 
He  faves  the  fouls,   whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  flubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall   flay, 

And  pierce   their   hearts   with  pain  ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the   Lord  fhall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain.'*] 

7  [My   lips   fhall  dwell  upon   his  praife, 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad ; 
Let  all   the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The   honours  of  their  God.] 

Psalm  146.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  trutk. 

1  "DRAISE  ye  the  Lord ;    my  heart  fhall  join 
-L     In  works  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine ; 

Now  while   the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall   employ  my  nobleft  powers, 
While  immortality  endures : 

My   days  of  praife   fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While   life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 

3  Why  fhould  I   make  a  man   my  truft? 
Princes  mull  die  and  turn  to  duft ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and   power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happjr  the  man,  whofe   hopes  rely 
On   Ifrael's  GoA  :    he  m3<!e  the   fky, 


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And  earth,  and   feas,   with  all   their   train  ; 
And  none  fhall  find   his  promiie  vain. 

5  His  truth  forever  (lands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th*  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  fends  the  labouring    confrience  peace, 
And  grants  the   prifoner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the   blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports   the  finking  mind  ; 
He    helps  the  Granger  in   diftrefs, 

The  widow  and   the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves   his  faints,  he   knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 

Praife  him  in   everlafting  ftrains. 

i«    '  ■  ■    .    .      ■  ,  ■ 

Psalm  146.    Long  Particular  Metre.     [*] 

Praife  to  God  Jor  his  gocdntfi  and  truth, 
l  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 
J.  And  when   my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  fhall  employ    my  nobler  powers : 
My   days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,   and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
£  Why   fhould   I  make  a  man  my  truft? 
Princes  mud  die  and  turn  to  duft : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and    blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,    their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts  ah  vanifh  in  an   nour ; 
Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whofe   hopes  rely- 
On  Ifrael's  God  :    he  made  the  iky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  j 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 
He  faves  thJ  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor; 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the   blind ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind ; 

He  fends    'he  labouring  confeience  peace; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And   grants  the   prifoner   fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But   turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,   O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 


242 Psalm  147. 

Let   every  tongue,  let  every  age. 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Praife  him  in  everlatting   (trains. 
6  I'll  praife   him  while   he   lends  me  breath, 
And  when   my   voice  is   loft  in  death, 

Praife   (hall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall   ne'er  be  paft, 
While    life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Psalm  147.    \Jl  Part.    Long  Metre,    [x] 

The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  T>RAISE  ye  the  Lord :    'tis  good  to  raife 
JL     Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His   nature    and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty   our  delight, 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name ; 
His  meicy  melts  the  ftubborn    foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the   flars,  thofe  heavenly  flames  ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,   calls  their   names; 
His  wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 
Pause. 

5  Sing   to  the  Lord,    exalt  him  high, 

Who  fpreads  his   clouds  all   round  the  fky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs   the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  : 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens   when  they   cry. 

,7  What  is  the   creature's  (kill  or  force? 

The  fprightly   man,   the  warlike  horfe, 

The  nimble  wit,  the  aclive  limb? 

All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 
3  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight : 

He  views  his  children  with  delight: 


Psalm  147. 243 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows    their  fear, 
And  looks  and   loves  his  image   there. 

Psalm  147.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre.    [*] 

Summer   and  winter 

1  T    ET    Zion  praise  the  mighty  God, 

-L-i  And  make   his  honours  known  abroad; 
11  For   fweet   the  joy,   our  fongs   to  raife, 
"  And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife." 

2  Our  children  are  fecwe  and  bleft ; 
Our  mores  have  peace,  our   cities   reft  ; 
He   ferds  our  ions  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blefling  to   their   meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons   he  ordains, 
The  early    and  the  latter  rains; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the    fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoar}r  froft  he  {trews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  blattering  found  : 
Where   is  the  man  fo   vainly  bold, 
That   dares  defy   his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He   bids   the  fouthern   breezes   blow ; 
The  ice  diflblves,   the    waters   flow  : 
But  he    hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  piaife 

6  To  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  (hown  ; 
His  *;ofpel   through  the   nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd   his  word 
To  every   land  : — Praife  ye  the    Lord  1 

Psalm  147.    Common  Metre.     [*] 

Ver.  7—9,   13—18.     Ih  ■  ike  year, 

1  T  X  TTl'H  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 

V  V       Addrefs   the  Lord  on   high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And   waters   veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhowers  of  bladings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains   below; 
He  makes  the   grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
Ana   corn    in   vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives   the  grazing   ox  his  meat  ; 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  : 
But  man  who  taftes   his  flncft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 


244  Psalm  148. 


4  His   Heady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining   year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fliort   his  race. 
And  wint'ry    dayi   appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his   fleecy  fnow 

Defcend  and  clothe  th<    ground; 
The   liquid   ftreams   forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  (lores  on  higk 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  this    God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word,  2nd  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  tjo  'on^er  mourn; 
He   calls  ihe  warm:r  gales>   to   blow, 
And  bids   the   fpring   return* 

8  The  changing   wind,  the  flying  cloud 

Obey  his  mighty   word  : 
With  longs  and  honouis  founding   loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fovereign    Lord. 


Psalm  148.     Hallelujah  Metre.     |>] 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures* 

1  \^£  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

A    With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To   your   Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy   throng 

Of  angels   bright, 

In   worlds  of  light, 

Begin  the   fong. 

2  Thou   fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And   moon,    that    rules   the   night, 
Shine   to  your   Maker's   praife, 
Wkh   liars  of  twinkling  light. 

His   power  declare, 
Ye   floods   on   high, 
And  ciouds   that  fly 
In   empty  air. 

3  The  fhining  worlds   above 
In   glorious   order  (land, 
Or   in    fwift   courfes   move 
By  his  fupieme  commando 


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He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife   the   Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft  : 

And   each   his   word   fulfils 
While   time  and  nature   laft. 
In   different  ways 
His   works  proclaim 
His   wondrous  name, 
And  fpeak  his   praife. 

Pause. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And   monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  that  cleave  the  leas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep; 

From   fea  and   more 
Their  tribute   pay, 
And   itill    difplay 
Their  Maker's  power. 

6  Ye  vapours,   hail,   and  fnow, 
Praife   ye   th'  Almighty    Lord, 
And  ftormy    winds   that   blow, 
To   execute   his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

-  Ye  mountains  near  the   fkies. 
With   lofty   cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
That  fruit   in  plenty   bear; 
Beads  wild   and  tame, 
Birds,   flies,  and  worms, 
In   various  forms, 
Exalt   his   name. 
.' :  kings,    and  judges,   fear 
The   Lord,  the  fovereign  King; 
And  while   you  rule   us   here; 
His   heavenly   honours  fing. 
Nor   let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  (late 
W   2 


246 Psalm  148. 

Make  you  forget 
His   p  wer  fuprcme. 

9  Virgins,  and  youths,  engage 
To  jound   his   praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  'eebler   voices  join. 

Wide  as  he   reigns 
His  name   be   fung 
By   every   tongue 
In   endlefs  ftrains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He   brings   his  people  near, 
And  makes   them    tafte   his  love. 

While   earth  and  (ky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fhall    raife 
His  honours  high. 

Psalm  148.    Long  Metre.     [*] 

Paraph rafed.     Univerfal  praife  to  God. 
1  T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

JL-4  From   diftant  worlds  where  creatures   dwell ; 
Let   heaven  begin   the  folemn  word, 
And   found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.     This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  a  different 
metre,  by  adding  the  two  following  lines  to 
every  ftanza,  viz. 
Each  of  his  works  kis  name  difplays% 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 
&  The   Lo*d!  how   abfolute  he  reigns! 
Let  every  angel   bend  the  knee ! 
Sing  of  his  love  in   heavenly  drains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne   his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs : 

Fiy  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy   beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye   tempefts,   and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful   praife   declare; 
And  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  every   gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let   clouds,   and  winds,   and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  wilh  blazing  fire : 


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Let   the  firm  earth  and   rolling   fea 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flowery   plains,    proclaim  his  fkiil ; 
Vallics,    lie    low   before   his  eye ; 
And   let  his  praife  from  every  hill 
Rife   tuneful  to  the  neighbouring  (ky. 

7  Ye  ftubborn   oaks,  and    {lately  pines, 
Bend   your   high  branches,   and  adore  ; 
Praife  him,  ye   beads,  in  different  drains : 
The   lamb  muft  bleat,   the   lion   roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  muft  make  his  praife  your  theme; 
Nature  demands  a   long  from  you  : 

While  the   dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  dream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,   can   you  refrain   your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you   lings? 
O  for  a   Ihout  from  old   and   young, 
From  humble   fwains,   and   lofty   kingsi 

10  Wide  as   his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
Make   the   Creator's   name   be  known; 
Loud   as  his  thunder  {hout   his  praife, 
And   found  it   lcviy  as  his  throne. 

11  Jehovah!    'tis  a  glorious  word! 
O   may  it  dwell   on  every  tongue! 

But  faints,  who  bed  have   known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound   to  raife   the  nobleft  fong. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel   plays  on  e  .cry   chord  : 
From  all   below,   and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Psalm  U8.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Univerfal  praife. 

1  f    ET   every    creature  join 

1— '  To  praife  th'   eternal   God; 
Ye  heavenly  hods,    the  fong  begin, 
And   found   his  name   abroad. 

2  Thou   fun  with  golden   beams, 
And   moon   with  paler  rays, 

Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to   your  Maker's  praife, 

3  He   built  thofe  worlds  above, 
And  £x'd  their  wondrous  frame ; 


248 Psalm  148. 

By  his  command    they   ftand   or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his   name, 

4  Ye   vapours,    when   ye  rife, 
Or  fall  in   fhowers  of  fnow, 

Ye  thunders,  murmuring  round  the  fkies, 
His   power   and   glory   (how. 

5  Wind,  hail,   and  flaihing  fire, 
Agree   to  praife   the   Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpirc 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By   all   his  works  above 
His   honours  be  expreft ; 

But   faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  bed. 

Pause  I. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
They  owe  their   Maker  praife; 

Praife  him,  ye  watery   worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the   feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the   iky 
Let   his  high  praife   re  found, 

From  humble  ftirubs   and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 
And   tamer  beafts  that  graze, 

Ye  live   upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expecls  your  f?raii£. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty   wing, 
On  high  his  praifes  bear, 

Or  fit  on   flowery  boughs  and   fing 
Your   Maker's  glory   there. 

11  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 
His  various  wifdom  (how; 

And  flies,  in  all  your  fkining  fwarm^ 
Praife  him   that  dreft  you  fo. 

12  By  all   the  earth-born  race, 
His   honours  be  expreft ; 

But  faints  that  know  his  heavenly  grace,? 
Should  learn  to  praife    him  beft. 

Pause  II. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King; 


Psalm  149.  249 


Judges,  adore  that  fovereign  hand, 
Whence   all  your   honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 
To   found  his  praifes   high; 

While  growing  babes  and   withering  age 
Their  feebler  voices   try. 

15  United  zeal  be  {hown 

His  wondrous  fame   to  raife; 
God  is   the   Lord;    his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with   art, 
And  all    pronounce  him  bleft; 

But  faints,   that  dwell   io  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  belt. 

Psalm  149.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Praife  God,  all  his  faints ;  or,  the  faints  judging  the 

world, 
i     A  LL  ye  that  love  the   Lord,   rejoice, 
Xjl    And  let  your   fongs   be   new ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  {hew. 
sl  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall   their  Redeemer  fing; 
Aaid  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in    the  juft, 

Whom  finneis  treat  with  fcom ; 
The    meek,   that  lie  defpis:d  in  dun1, 
Salvation  {hall  adorn. 

4  Saints   fhould   be  joyful   in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying   bed ; 
And   like  the    fouls  in   glory  fing, 
For   God   fbjiil  raife    the    dead. 

5  Then  his   high  praife  {hall  fill    their  tongues, 

Their   hand  (hall   wield  the  fword : 
And  vengeance  {hall  attend  their  fongs, 
The   vengeance  of  the   Lord. 

6  When   Chrift   his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And   bids  the   world   appear, 
Thrones  are   prepared  for  ail  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then   {hall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  j 


250 Psalm  150. 

And  join   the  fcntence  of  their   God, 

On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 
8  The  royal   finners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumphs  {hall  afford; 
Such   honour   tor  the  faints  remains; 

Praife  ye,  and  love  the   Lord. 

Psalm  150.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

Ver.   l,  2,  6.     A  Jong  of  praife. 

1  IN  God's  own  houfe   pronounce   his  praife  j, 
X     His  grace  he  there  reveals; 

To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder   raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all   your  facred  paflions  move, 

While  you  rehearte   his   deeds : 
But  the   great  work  of  faving  love, 
Your  higheft   praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  bave  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim   your   Maker  bleft ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My   foul  lhall  praife   him  heft. 


The  Christian  DOXOLOGY. 
Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the   Father,  God  the   Son, 
And   God   the  Spirit,   Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praife,   and  glory  given, 
By  all  on   earth,    and  all   in   heaven. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God    the  Father,    and   the  Son, 
And  Spirit,   be  ador'd, 
Where  there   are  works   to  make   him  known, 
Or   faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre. 

Where  the  tune  includes  two  Jlanzas, 
1  HPHE  God   of  mercy   be   ador'd, 
JL       Who  calls   our  fouls  from   death, 
Who   faves  by    his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 


Doxologies.  251 

2  To  praife   the  Father,  and  tfi£  Son, 
And  Spirit,   all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three    in  One, 
Let  faints   and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the   throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell   helow, 
Worfhip  the   Father,  ppaife  the  Son, 
And  blefs   the  Spirit    too. 

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Long  Particular  Metre. 

NOW    to  the   grear.and   facred   Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and   Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife   and  glory   given, 
Through  all   the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By   all   the   angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the   fsints  in  earth   and   heaven. 

Hallelujah  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife; 
Glory  to  God  the   Son, 
To   God  the   Spirit,   praife  : 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While   faith  adores. 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.ff 


IX  THREE  BOOKS. 

I.    Collected  from  the  Scriptures. 

II.     Compofcdon  Divine  Subjects. 

III.    Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper. 


BY  I.  WATTS,  D.D. 


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Chrifto  quafi  Deo  Jicere. 

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A     TABLE, 

To  find  any  Hymn  by  the  firft  Line. 

NoU.     The  Utters  a,   b,  c,  denote  the  Firft,  Second,  and 
Third  Book  ;  the  figures  direcl  to  the  Hymn. 

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ADORE  and  tremble,   for  our   God        -  a    4* 

Alas!  and  did  ray  Saviour  bleed  b      9 

All  glory    to  thy  wondrous  name                 -  c     S3 

All  mortal   vanities,  be  gone                -  ^     25 

And   are  we  wretches  yet  alive                 -  b  105 

And  muft  this  body  die                -        -  °  l*° 

And   new  the  fcales  have   left  mine  eyes  b    jj* 

Arifc,  my  foul,   my  joyful   powers             -  b    82 

As   new   born  babes   defire  the  bread        -  o.  143 

At   thy  command,   our   deareft   Lord        -  c     19 

Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son             -  b  13° 

Awake,   my  heart,  arife,   my  tongue         -  fl     2o 

Awake,  our  fouls,    away,  our   fears        -  &     4* 

Away  from  every  mortal  care        -  b  123 

BACKWARD  with  humble  (hame  we  look  a    $7 

Bv'gin,  my  tongue,  fome  heavenly  theme  b    69 

Behold   how  finners  difagree                 -  &  12T 

Behold  the  blind   their  fight  receive        -  b  137 

Behold   the  glories  of  the  Lamb                m  m      t 

Behold  the   grace  appears                -  cz       3 

Behold  the  potter  and   the  clay                •  a  llZ 

Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here             -  «    6» 

Behold   the  woman's  promis'd  feed                 -  b  1^5 

Behold  the  wretch  whofe   luft  and  wine  &  123 

Behold   what  wondrous  grace             -  &    64 

Ble!s'd  are  the  humble  louls   that  fee  a  102 

Blefs'd   be   the  everlafting  God                -  a     26 

Blefs'd   be   the  Father  and   his   love            -  c     26 

Blefs'd   morning,    whofe  young  dawning  rays  b     72 

Blefs'd   with  the  joys  of  innocence             -  £  128 

Blood   has  a  voice  to  pierce   the  fkies  b  It8 

Bright  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  God  b     51 

Broad  is  the  road   that  leads  to  death         -  b  r$8 

Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the   night                 -  a     97 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife             -  fl    96 

CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find         -  £  170 

Chrift  and  his  crofs  are  ali  our  theme  a  119 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues                -  £    84 

Come,  deareft  Lord,   ddfccnd  and  dwell  a  \Z5 


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TABLE    OF    HYMN'S. 


Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God    -  b 

Come   hither,  all  ye  weary   fouls           -  a 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,   heavenly  Dove           -  b 

Come,    let  us  join  a  joyful    tune            -  c 

Come,  let   us  join  our  cheerful   fongs        -  a 

Come,  let   us  Tift  our  joyful   eyes            -  b 

Come,    kt  us    lift  our   voices  high         -  c 

Come,  we    tha*    love  the   Lord         -  b 

DAUGHTERS  of  Zion,   come,   behold  a 

Dear   Lord,   behold  our   fore  diftrefs  b 

Denrefr.  of  all   the  names  above             -  b 

Death   cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid          -  b 

Death  may  diffolve  my   body  novy        -  a 

Death !   'tis  a  melancholy   day        -            -  b 

Deceived   by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell         -        -  a 
Deep  in  the   dull  before  thy  throne 
Detcend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove 

Do  we  not  know   that   foiemn  word          -  a 

Down   headlong  from   their  native  fkies        -  b 

~Elx?\\&  Sovereign,   let  my   evening  fong  b 

ERE  the  b!ue  heavens  were  frretch'd  abroad  a 

Eternal   Sovereign  of  the   fky              -  b 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  omfefs        -                -  b 

FAJTH  is  the  brighten1  evidence             -  a 

Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone  b 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee                 -  b 

Father,   we  wait   to  feel    thy  grace              -  c 

Firm  and   unmov'd  are  they                 -  a 

Firm   as  the  earth   thy  gofpel   (lands         -  a 

From  heaven  the  finning  angels  fell           -  b 

From    thee,    my   God,  my  joys  (hall  rife  b 

GENTILES   by   nature,  we  belong         •  a 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife       -  b 

Give    to  the  Father  praife         -  c 

GWy    to   God    the    Trinity             -  c 

Glory  to  God,   who  walks   the  (ky                -  b 

Glory  to  God    the    Father's  name              -  c 

Go«:    is   a   Spirit,  jufl  and   wife                 -  a 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice         -  a 

God  of  the   feas,    thy  thundering  voice        -  .  b 

God,   the  eternal,  awful    name         -                 -  b 

God,  who  in  various   methods  told            -  a 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,    faith   the   Lord         -  a 

Go,   worfbip  at  Immanuel's  feet             -  a 

Great  God,    how  infinite   art  thou             -  b 

Great   God,   I  own  the  fentence  juft            -  (z 


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Great  'God.  'thy   glories  (hall  employ 
Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Great  King   of  glory   and  of  grace 
Greaf  was  the  day,   the  joy  was  great 

HAD  I   the  tongues  cA    Greeks  and  Jews 
Happy  the    ch  inch,   thou   facred  place 
Happy  the   heart  where  graces  reign 
Happy  ths  man   wbofe  cautions  feet 
Hark!  from   the  fombs  a  doleful   found     . 
Hark  !  the   Redeemer  from   on  h'gh 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven   proclaims 
"Hence   from   my  thoughts  be  gone 

Here  at  t  y   croTs,  ray  dying  God 
H  gh   as  the  heav<  the  ground    - 

High  on  a  hill    of  dazzling  light 
Honour  to  the  Almighty  Three 
Hofnnna,  &c.  ...  ? 

ma  to  our  conquering  Kmg 
Hofanna  tc    the  Prince  of  light 
Hofanua  to  the  royal   Son 
Hofanna  with  a   cheerful  found 
Hoy    are  thy   glories  here  difplay'd 
How    beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  can    I   fink  with   fuch  a   prop 
How  condefcending  and  how  kind 
How  fall  of  anguiflj   is   the  thought 
How   heavy   is   th 
How  honoui  place 

How   largo  the  promife,   how  divine 
How   oft  have  fin  and   Satan  ftrove 
How   rich  arc  thy  provifior.s,   Lord 
How   fad    our  (late   by    nature  is 
How   (hall  I  pr  God 

How  fhort  and  hafty  is  our   Irfe 
How  (hou:d   the  fons   of  A  lam's    race 
How  Itrong  thine   arm   i%   mighty   God 
How   fw-  et    and  awful   is  the  place 
"How  vain   are  all  thmgs  here   below 
How  wondrous  great,   how  glorious  bright 
T   CANNOT  bear  thine   abfence,   Lord 
-*•    I  give  immortal    praifc 
I  hate  the  tempter  and   his  charms 
I  lift  my  banner,  faith  the    Lord 
I  love  the    windows  of  thy   grace 
I'm  not   afhamM   to   own    my    Lord 
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I  fing  my    Saviour's  wondrous  death 
Jehovah  (peaks,    let  Ifracl   hear 
Jehovah   reigns,   his  throne   is  high 
Jefus,  in  thee   our  eyes  behold 
Jefus  invites   his  faints 
Jelus  is  gone  above  the  fkies 
Jefus,  the  man  of  cor.flant  gr-ef 
Jefus,   we   blefs  thy  Father's  name 
Jefus,  we   bow  before  thy  feet 
Jefus,    with   all   thy  faints  above 

fn  pabriel's  hand  a  mighty  (lone 
h  thine   own   ways,  O  God  of  love 
In    vain  the  wealthy    mortals  toil     - 
In    vain    we  lavifn   out   our  lives 
Infinite   grief !    amazing   wo 
Join  all   the  glorious   names 
Join  all   the  names  of  love  and  power 
Js  there  ambition  in   my  heart 
Is   this   the   kind  return 
KIND   is  the  fpecch  of  Chrift   our   I>ord 

LADEN    with  guilt,  and   full   of  fears 
Let  ail  our  tongues  be  one 
Let  everlafting  glories  crown 
Let  every  mortal   ear  attend 
.Let  God  the   Father  live 
Let  God   the  Maker's  name 
JLet  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove     - 
Let  me   but   hear  my   Saviour  fay 
Let  mortal   tongues  attempt  to  fing 
Let  others  boaft  how   flrong  they   be 
JuCt   Pharifccs  of  high  efteem 
Let  the  old  heathens  tune   their  fong 
Let  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high 
Let   the  whole  race   of  creatures  lie 
Let  the  wild    leopards  of  the   wood 
Let  them   negle£l  thy  glory,  Lord 
Let  us  adore    th'  Eternal  Word 
Life  and  immortal  joys  are   given 
Life  is  the   time    to   ferve  the  Lord 
Lift  up  your  eyes  to   th'  heavenly   feat 
Like   fheep  we  went  aftray 
Lo  the  young  tribes  of  Adam   rife 
Lo,  what  a   glorious  fight  appears 
Lo,  what  an   entertaining  fight 
Lo,   the   deft royipg  angel  ilies 
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.,  at  thy  temple  we  appear 
Lord,   how  divine  thy  comforts  are 
Lord,  how  fecure   and  bleu*  are   they 
Lord,    how   fecure  mv   confcience  was 
J^ord,  we   adore  thy  onunteous  hand 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft   detigns 
Lord,    we    are  blind,   poor  mortals,  blind 
Lord,  we  confefs  our  numerous  faults 
Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Lord,  what   a  heaven  of  faving  grace 
Lord,  what   a  thoughtlefs   wretch   was  I 

fcrd,  what  a  wretched  land   is  this 
rd,   when   my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

MAN  has   a  foul  of  vaft  defues 
Miftaken  foil's,  that  dream   of  b 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
My   drowfy  power?,  why   deep  ye  fo 
My   God,  how  endlefs  is  thy   love 
My  God,   my   life,  my  love 
My   God,  my  portion,  and  my    love 
My  God,  permit   me  not  to    be 
Mj    God,    the  fpring  of  all   my  joys 
My    God,  what  endiefs  pleafur^s  dwell 
My    heart,    how  dreadful  hard   it  is 

Saviour  God.   my  fovereign    Prince 
'   ul,  come  meditate  the  day 
foul    fcfakes  her  vain   delight 
My  foul,    how   lovely   is   the  place 

'houghrs   on  awful   fubjects  roll 
My   Thoughts,   furmount  thefe    lower   ikies 

NAKKD  as  from   the  earth  we  came 
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Nature  with  open  volume   v  - 

.   I'll  repine   at  death   no  more 
No  !  I  (halt  envv  them   no  more 
No  more,   my  God,  I  boalf  no  more 
Nor  eye  hath    (ceo,   nor  ear  has  heard 
Not   ail    the   blood  of  beads 
Not  all   the  outward  forms  on  earth 

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Not   from  the  duft  affliction  grows 
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Now  be  the   God  of  Ifrael   bleft  a 

Now  by  the  bowels  oF  my   God        -        «  a 

Now  for    a  tune  of  lofty    praife  -  b 

Now   have  our  hearts  embrae'd  our  God  c 

Now  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace  -  a 

Now   in  the  heat  of  youthful   blood  -  a 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  -  b 

Now   let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  -  c 

Now   let    the  Father,   and  the  Son  -  c 

Now    let   the   Lord,  my    Saviour,  fmile         -  b 

Now  Satan   comes  with  dreadful  roar        -  b 

Now  fhali  my  inward  joys   arife  -  a 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  -  b 

Now  to   the  Lord,   that  makes  us  know  a 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme        -  a  : 

OFOR   an  overcoming  faith  -  a 

Oh  !  if  my    foul  was   form'd   for  wo  b 

Oh  !  the  almighty  Lord  b 

Oh   the   delights,  the   heavenly  joys         -  b 

Often   I  feek  my  Lord   by  night  -  a 

Once  more,  my  foul,   the  rifing  day  -  b 

Our  days,   alas !  our  mortal  days         -  b 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promife  {lands  b 

Our  fins,  alas  i  how  ftrong  they  be  b 

Our   fouls   (hall   magnify  the   Lord  -  a 

Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Iamb  -  c 

PLUNG'L)   in  a  guiph  of  dark  defpair  b 

Praife,  everlailing   praife   be   paid  b 

RAISE  thee,   my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run  b 

Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  -  b 

Rife,  rite,  my  foul,    and   leave  the   ground  b 

OAINTS,   at  your  heavenly  Father's  word  a 

O  Salvation  !  O    the  joyful  found  -  b 

See  where   the   great  incarnate  God  -  a 

Shall   the  vile  race  of  fiefh  and  blood        -  a 

Shall  we  go  on  to  fin  -  a 

iNhall    Wifdom  cry  aloud  -  a 

Shout  to  the   Lord,  and  let  our  joys  b 

Sin  has  a  thoufand   treacherous  aits         -  b 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  difeafe  -  b 

Sing  to  the  Lord   who  built  the  fides         -  b 

Sing   to  the  Lord   with  joyful  voice  -  a 

Sing    to  the   Lord,   ye   heavenly   holts         -  b 

Sitting  around  our   Father's  board  -  c 

So   did  the  Hebrew  prophet   raifc  -  a 

So  let  our   lips  and  lives  exprefs  -  a 


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Stand  up,  my  foul,  (hake  off  thy  fears 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife 
Strait  is   the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait 

TERRIBLE   God,  who  reign'ir  on  high 
That  awful  day  will   fureiy   come 
Thee  we  adore.   Eternal   Name 
The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God 
The  God  of  mercy    be  ador'd 
The   King  of  Glory    fends   his  Son 
The  lands   that  long  in  daikncfs  lay 
The   law  by  Mofcs  came 
The  law   commands   and  makes   us  know 
The  Lord  declares  his   will 
The    T  ord  defcending  from   above 
The  Lord   Jehovah  reigns 
The  Lord  on  high   proclaims 
The   niajefty  of  Solomon 
The  memory  of  our  dying  Lord 
The  promife  of  my    Father's  love 
The  promife  was  divinely  free 
The   true   Median  now  appears 
The  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 
The   wondering  world  inquires   to   know 
There   is  a  houfe   not   made  with  hands 
There  is  a  'and  of  pure  delight 
There   was  an    hour   when  Chritl  rejoie'd 
Thefe  glorious  minds,  how   bright  they  fhine 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires   above 
Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has   led  me  on 
Thus  faith    the  firft,  the  great  command 
Thus  faith    the  high  and    lofty   One 
Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies 
Thus  faith   the  mercy  or  the   Lord 
Thus  faith  the   wifdom  of  the  Lord 
Thy  favours,   Lord,  furprife  our  fouls 
Time,   what  an  empty   vapour  'tis 
'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
'Tis  from   die   treafures  of  his  word 
'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  coi^maijds 
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To   God  the  Father's  throne 
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Cclxii  TABLE    OF    HYMN'S. 

'Twas  by  an   order  from  the  Lord 
'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 
'Twas  the   commifTion   of  our  Lord 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
Vain  are  thj  hopes  that  rebels  place 
Unfhaken  as  the  <fjcred   hill 
Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 
Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high 

WE  are  a   garden   wall'd  around 
We  blels  the  prophet  of  the   Lord 
We  fing   th'    amazing  deeds 
We  fmg  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Welcome,  fweet  day   of  reft 
Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
What   different  powers  of  grace  and   fin 
What  equal  honours  fhall   we    bring 
What  happy   men  or  angels   thefe 
What  mighty   man,  or  mighty   God 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife 
When  I  can   read  my  title  clear 
When  in  the  light  of  faith   divine 
W^hen  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs 
When  Grangers  (land  and   hear   me  tell 
When  the   firft  parents  of  our  race        • 
When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fkies 
Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord 
Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 
Who  has  believ'd  thy  word 
Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs 
Who  fhall  the  Lord's  eleel:  condemn 
Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim    their  rage 
Why   does  your  face,  ye  humble   fouls 
Why   do  we  mourn   departing    friends 
Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from   thee 
Why  fhould   the  children  of  a   King 
Why   fhould   this  earth  delight  us  fo 
Why  fhould  we  ftart   and  fear  to  die 
With  cheerful   voice  I  fing 
With  holy  fear  and  humbie   fong 
With  joy  we  meditate  ihc  grace 
"V?  E  angels   round  the  throne 
X    Ye   fons  of  Adam,   vain  and  young 
Yc    that  obey   th'   immortal   King 
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HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

BOOK  I. 

OLLECTED    FROM    THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 


Hymn  1.       Common  Metre.       [*] 

A  new  Jong  to  the  Lamb  that  was  fain* 
Rev.  v.  6,  8,  9 — 12. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 

And   fongs  before  unknown-. 
Let  elders  worfliip  at  his   feer, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full   of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 
\  Thofe  are   the  prayers   of  all  the  faints, 
And   thefe   the  hymns  they  raife  : 
Jefus   is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 
|  [Eternal  Father*  who  {hall   look 
Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  {hall   take  that  book, 
And  open  every  feal  ? 
>  He  (hall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 
The   Son  deferves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his   hand  the   fovereign  keys 
Of  heaven,  and  death,   and  hell !] 
)  Now  to  the  Lamb,   that  once  was  flk 
Be   endlefs  bleflings  paid ; 
Salvation,    glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 


264 Hymn  2,  3. B.I. 

7  Thou   haft  redccmM   our  fouls  with  blood, 

Haft    fet  the  prifoncrs  free  ; 
Haft  made   us   kings  and  priefls  to  God, 
And  we  (hall  reign  with   thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy   po*er; 

Then  fhorten  thefe   delaying   days, 

And  bring  the   promis'd   hour. 

Hymn  2.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  deity  and  humanity  of  Chrijl.     John  i.  l,  3,  l£« 
Col.  i.  16.  and  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

1  X^RE  the  blue  heavens  were   OretchM  abroad, 
X-i  From  everlafting  was  the  Word  : 

With  God  he  was;    the  Word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By   his  own  power  were  all  things  made 5 
By  him   fupported,  all  things  ftand  : 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head. 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  fin  was   born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He   led  the  hoft  of  morning  ftais; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  teli, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heavenly  forms  ; 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in   fuch  feeble  flefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy   beheld   his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's   only  Son  ! 

Hov/  full  of  truth  1    how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  through   his  flefh  the  Godhead  fhonc! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myftevies  here,    and  tell 
The   love  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  ImmanueL 

Hymn  3.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

The  nativity  of  Ch?ijl.     Luke  1.  30,  &c— ii.  lo,  &c* 
1  O  EHOLD  the  grace  appears, 

X5  The  promife  is  fulfil i'd  ; 

Mary,  the  wondrous  virgin,  bears. 
And  Jefus  is  ths  child. 


B.I. Hymn  S. 2&J 

2  [The  Lord,  the  highefl  God, 
Calls  him   his   only   Son  ; 

He  bids   him  rule   the   lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him   David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  fhall    he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 

The   nations   fhall   his   grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom   ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring   the   glorioirs   news, 
A  heavenly   form  appears  ; 

He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banifhes  their  fears. 
c       "  Go,  humble  fwains,"  faid  he, 
"  To  David's  city  fly  ; 
"The  promis'd  infant,   born  to-day, 
"  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 
6       "With  looks  and  hearts  ferene, 
"Go  viiit  Chriil  your    King;" 
And  ftraight  a  flaming   troop  was  feer*; 
The  fhepherds  heard  them  ficg. 
^      "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

M  And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
u  Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 
3-      [In  worflrip  fo  divine, 

Let  faints   employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celeftial  hofls  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  : 
g       "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
"Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At   our   Redeemer's  birth."  | 

Hymn    4.     Referred  to  the  vd  Pfalm. 

Hymn  5.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Submijion  to    afflitlive  providences.     Job  i.  21, 

1  XTAKED   as  from  the   earth  we  came, 
lN    And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 

We   to  the   earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 

2  The  dear  delights   we   here  enjoy7 

And  fondly  call   our  own, 


266 Hymn  6,  7. Rl 

Are   but   (hort   favouts   borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  *Tis   God    that  lifts   our   comforts  high, 

Or   finks  them  in  the  grave; 
He   gives,  and  (blefTcd  be   his  name!) 
He  takes   but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paflions,  then  ; 

Let  each    rebellious  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  fove reign  will, 

And  every  murmur   die. 

5  If  fouling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  (hall  be  fpread  ; 
And  we'll   adore  the  juftice  too 
That  firikes  our   comforts  dead. 

Hymn  6.    Common  Metre.     [j&] 

Triumph  over  death.    Job  xix.  25,  26,  2", 

1  f^  REAT  God,  I  own  the   fentence  j 
VJT  And  nature  mufl   decay; 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dull, 
To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  gravf  0 

And  trample  on   the   tombs ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer   lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqueror  fhall  apnea 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,   the  laft  of  all  his  foe?, 

Lie  vanquifti'd  at  his  feet. 
a  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin,. 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 
When  God  {hall   build  my  bones  aga"  - 

He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh. 
5  Then  (hall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 

With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

Hymn  7.      Common  Metre,    [*] 

The  invitation  of  the  gofpel;    or,  fpirituul  food  tnJt 
clothing,    Ifa,  lv.  1,  e,  &t. 
T    ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
-*.  J  AnU  every  heart  rejoice ; 


B.  I. Hymn  8. 267 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  found* 
With  an   inviting   voice. 

2  "  Ho  !    all  ye  hungry,   ftarving  fouls, 

"  That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
"  And  vainly  flrive  with  earthly  toys 
"  To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  "  Eternal  Wifdom  has  prepar'd 

"  A  foul-reviving   feaft, 
•'  And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
44  The  rich  provifion   tafte. 

4  M  Ho  !    ye  that  pant  for  living  dreams, 

"  And  pine  away,  and   die ; 
M  Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 
"  With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  "  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy   here 

"  In  a   rich  ocean  join; 
"  Salvation  in  abundance  flow, 
M  Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  ["  Ye  perifhing  and  naked  poor, 

"  Who  work  with  mighty  pain 

M  To  weave  a  garment  of  your  owi, 

"That  will  not  hide  your  fin; 

7  M  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 

*'  In  robes  prepaid  by  God, 
"  Wrought  by   the  labours  of  his  Son, 
u  And    dy'd  in  his  own  blood."] 

8  Dear  God  !    the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  miferies  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 

Stand  open  night  aud  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come   to  feek  fupplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Hymn  8.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  fafety  and  protetlion  of  the  church.    Ifa.  xxvi.  I— 6, 

1  TJOW  honourable  is  the  place 
ATL  Where  we   adoring  (land  ; 
Zion,   the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 


268 Hymn  9. B.  L 

The   walls,  of  ftron£   fa  1  vat i op  made, 
Defy   th'  aflaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the    ever lafiing  gate?, 

The   doors  wide   open    fling  ; 
Enter,   ye  nations  that   obey 
The   liatutcs  of  our   Kin^. 

4  Here  (hall  you  taile   unmingled  joysy 

And   live  in  perfeel  peace ; 
You  that  have   known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  forever  truO, 

And  banifh  all    your  fears : 
Strength  in  the  Lord   Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal   as  his  years. 

6  What  though   the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm   mail   bring  them    low  : 
Low   as  the   caverns  of  the   grave 
Their   lefty    heads   fhall   bow. 

7  On    Babylon  our  feet  fhall   tread 

In   that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  (hall  fpread 
A  pavement   for   the   poor. 

Hymn  9.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  promij'cs  of  the  covenant  of  grace.     I  fa.  lv.  i,  s. 

Zech.  xiii.  l.     Mic.  vii.  19.      Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c, 
:    [N  vain  we  lavifh  out  our   lives 

A  To  gather  empty  wind  ; 

The  choiceft  bleffings  earth   can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind.  , 

2  Come,  and   the  Lord  fhall  feed  our   fouls 

With   more  fubftantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as   faints  in  glory   love, 
With  fuch   as  angels  eat. 

3  Our   God  will   every  want  fupply, 

And   fill  our  hearts  wirh  peace  ; 
He   gives   by   covenant  and  by  oath 
The   riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and   he'll    cleanfe  our  fpotted  foul*, 

And   wafh  away    our   flains, 
In   the   dear    fountain  that  his   Son 
Poufd   from    his   dying  veins. 
r  [Our  guilt   fhaii   vanifh    all   nway, 
Though   black  as  hell  before  ; 


B.  I. Hymn  10, 2§9 

Our  fin  fhall    fink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 
•£  And  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 
Our  inward   powers  again, 
His  Spirit  (hall    bedew  our   fouls, 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty,    ftubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot    move, 
That  fears  no  threatening  of  his  wralh, 
Shall   be  diflblv'd  by  love. 

8  Or  he   can  take  the   flint   away, 

That  would  not  be  refin'd; 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace, 
Beftow  a  fofter  mind. 
9^There  fhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 
And  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 
And  every  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  (Witt  obedience  draw, 
lo  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 
And  we  fhall  render  praife  ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  leve, 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

Hymn  10.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Theble/fednefs  of go  ft  el  times ;  or,  the  revelation  of  Chrijl 
to  Jews  and  Gentiles*  Ifa.  v. 2,  7-13.  Matt.  xiii.  16, 17. 

1  T  T  O W  beauteous  are   their   feet, 
11  Who  Hand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 

Who  bring   falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace   reveal. 

2  How   charming  is   their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the   tidings   are  ! 

m  Zion,   behold  thy    Saviour  King, 
M  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy   are   our  ears, 
That   hear   this  joyful  found, 

Which   kings  and  prophets   waited  for, 
And   fought,  but  never  found  I 

4  How  ble (Ted   are  our  eyes, 
That  fee  this  heavenly    light ; 

Prophets  ?.rA  kings  defir'd  it   lon£, 
3j:  dy'd  without  the   G0« 
Y    2 


gTO  Hymn  13,  12. RI. 

^      The   watchmen  join   their  voice, 
And   tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jcrufalem  breaks  forth   in  fongs, 
And  deferts    learn   the  joy. 
6      The   Lord    makes  bare   his  arm 
Through  all    the   earth   abroad  : 
Let  every   nation    now    behold 
Their   Saviour  and  their  God. 


Hymn  11.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

The  humble  enlightened,    and  carnal    reofon    humbled; 
or,  the  f over  eignty  of  grace.     Luke  x.  21,  22. 

1  HP HE RE   was  an  hour  when  Chrifr.  rejoie'd, 

JL    And  fpoke  his  joy   in   words  of  praife; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,   mighty   God, 
M  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heavens,  and  feas. 

2  "I  thank  thy  fovercign  power  and  love, 
"  That   crowns  my  doctrine  with  fuccefs  ; 

"  And  makes    the  babes  in  knowledge   learn 
"The  heights,   and  breadths,  and  length* df  grace. 

3  "But  all  this   glory  liefe  conceaPd 

"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might  ; 
"  The  prince  of  darknefs   blinds  their  eyes, 
"  And  their  own   pride   refills   the  light. 

4  "  Father,   'tis   thus,  becaufe  thy  will 

"  Chofe  and   ordain'd  it  fhould  be  fo; 

"  'Tis  thy  delight  t*  abafe  the   proud, 

"  And  lay   the   haughty   fcorner  low. 
g  "There's   none  can  know  the   Father  right, 

"  But  thofe  who   learn   it   from   the    Son ; 

"  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him    known. 
6  "Then  let  our  fouls  adore   our   God, 

"That  deals  his  graces   as   he  pleale  ; 

"  Nor  gives  to  mortals   an  account 

"  Or   of  his   aclions,  or  decrees." 

Hymn   12.     Common  Metre.     [^J 

Free  grace  in  revealing  Ckrijl,     Luke  x.  21. 
5    T      U$,    the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
J    A   mourner  all   his  days  ; 
}ih   ipirit  once  rejoie'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praile  : 


B.  I.  Hymn  13,  14. 271 

2  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wondrous  love, 

"That  hath  reveai'd   thy  Son 
"To  men   unlearned;    and  to  babes 
"  Has  made   thy  gofpel  known. 

3  M  The   myfteries  of  redeeming   grace 

"Are  hidden  from   the  wife  : 
41  While  pride  and  carnal  reafonings  join 
"  To  fwell  and   blind   their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth 

Hjs  great  decrees   fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his   own  fovereign  will. 

Hymn  1 3.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  Son  of  God  incarnate ;  or,  the  titles  and  the  king^ 
dim  oj  Chrijl.     I  la.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 

2  T^HE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs   lay, 

A     Now  have   beheld  a  heavenly  light; 
Nations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  (hade 
Are  blels'd  with  beams  divinely   bright. 
C  The  virgin's   prorois'd  Son  is   born ; 
Behold  th'  expected  Child  appear  ! 
What  (hall  his  names  or   titles  be? 
"The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor  !:; 

3  [This  infant  is  the  Mighty  G«d, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd ; 
Th'  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The   £>on  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

L  The   government  of  earrh  and  feas 

Upcn   his  moulders  (hall   be  laid  ; 

Hu  wide  dominion  fhall  increafe, 

And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 
5  Jefus,  the   holy  Child,  {hall  fit 

High   on  his  father  David's  throne  ; 

Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 

And  r.i^n  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

Hymn  14.     Long  Metre-    [*] 

The  triumph  oj  faith  ;    <?r,    Chrifl's  unchangeable  lot (. 

Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 
l  T  XJHO   Until  the  Lord's  eleft  cordemn? 
>V      Tis  God  that  juftifies  their  fouls-; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty   ftream, 
O'er  ail  their  Ons  divinely  rolls. 


272 Hymn  15. B.  I. 

2  V  .      (hall  adjudge    the    faints    to   hell  ? 
'lis  Chrift  that  fuffcrM   in  their  ftead; 
Add,  the  falvation   to  fulfil. 

Behold  him   rifing  from  the   dead ! 

3  He   lives !    he   lives !    and   fits  above, 
Forever  interceding  there ! 

Who  mall  divide   us  from   his  love. 
Or  what  fhould  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 

4  Shall   perfecution,  or  diflrefs, 
Famine,    or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power; 
It   triumphs  in  the  dying  hour ; 
Chrift  is  Our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below. 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 

Hymn  15.     Long   Metre.     [*] 

Our  own  wcaknefs ;  or,  Chrijl  cur  Jlrcngtk.     2  Cor.  xu. 

7.  9>   io- 
I  T    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

JL-i  •«  Strength  (hall  be  equal  to  the  day," 

Then  I'll  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 

Leaning  on  all-fufficient  grace. 
£  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Ch  rift's  own  power  may  reft  on  me ; 

When  I  am   weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 

Grace  is  my  fhield,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or   can   bear 
All  fuiferings,  if  my   Lord   be  there ; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his   left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt   the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations   fpring   and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Samfon,  when  his  hair  was   loft, 
Met  the  Philiftincs  to  his  coft  ; 


33.1.  Hymn  16—18. 2?£ 

Shook  his  vain  limbs  wuh  tad    lurprife, 
e  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

Hymn    16.    -Common  Metre.     [*] 

Matt.  xxi.  9.    Luke  x.x.  38,  40. 
I  TTOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
XTL  Of   David's  ancient  line  ! 
His  1  .his  perfon  one, 

[yfterious  and  divine. 
C.  The  Root  of  David   here,  we  find, 
And   Offspring  is  the  fame; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In   our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Blefs'd  he  that   comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful   news  from   heaven! 
Hofannas  of  the   highefl  ftrain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  given! 

4  Let   mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  hofjnna  oa  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and  {tones  {hould  rife,  and  break 
Their   filence   into  fongs. 

Hymn  17.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

lory  ever  death.     1  Cor.  xv.  55,  &c. 
1  f~\  FOR  an   overcoming  faith 
W  To  cheer   my  dying  hours, 
To   triumph  o5er  the  monfter,  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers. 
£  Joyful,   with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
quivering  lips  fhould  fing, 
"Where   is   thy   boafted   victory,    grave? 
M  And  where  the   monder's  fting  ?" 
3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,    I'm  fecure  ; 
Death    hath  no  fting  befide  : 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning   power  ; 
But  Chrift,   my   ranfom,  dy'd. 
/_  Now  to  the    God  of  viftory 
Immortal   thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conquerors,   while  wc  die. 
Through  Chiifr,  our  iiving  head. 

Hymn  IS.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

id  ax  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord.     Rev.  xiv.  13. 
*  TTLAR  what   the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
Al  Fox  all  the  pious  dead; 


274 Hymn  19,20. RL 

Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  ioft  their   deeping   bed. 
9.  They    die   in  Jefus,   and  are  blefs'd; 
How  kind    their  flumbeivS  are  ! 
From   fufferings   and   from  fins  releas'd, 
And  freed  from   every  fnarc. 
3  Far  from  this  world   of  toil   and   flrife, 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord ! 
The    labours  of  their  mortal    life 
En'    in  a    large  reward. 

Hymn  19.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

The  fcns    of  Simecni  or,   death  made  dcfirable. 
ii.    27,  &c. 

1  T    ORD,   ar  ihy    temple  we  appear, 
-I— *  As  happy   Simeon  came, 

And  hope,  to  meet  our  Saviour  here; 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame  ! 

2  With   what   divine  and   vaft  delight 

The   good   old  man  was  filPd, 
When  fondly  in  bis  wither' d  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy   child! 

3  "  Now   I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cry'd ; 

*4  Behold  thy   fervaDt  dies  ! 
"  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord. 
"  And  clofe   my    peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the    Light   prepar'd  to  fhinc 

M  Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
"  Thine  Ifrael's  glory,   and  their  hope*, 
"  To  break  their  flavifh  bands." 

5  [Jefus !   the  vifion    of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms ! 
Scarce  (hall   I   feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chrift  be   in  my   arms. 

6  Then,    while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  break, 

How  fwect  my   minutes   roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
And    glory  in  my   foul.] 


Hymn  20.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Spiritual  apparel;   namely,   the  robe   of  rigkteoufnefs* 
and  garments  of  falvation,     Ifa.  Ixi.  10. 
A  WAKE,   my    heart,   arife,  my  tongue, 
±\  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice; 


B.  I. Hymn  21. 275 

In  God,    the   life  of  all   my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  5Ti$  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made   falvation  mine  ; 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 

He  makes  his  graces  mine. 

3  And,  left  the   fhadow  of  a  fpot 

Should  on  my  foul   be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought 
And  caft.  it  all  around. 
a  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly   princes  wear ! 
Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhinel 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 
.->  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 
And  hope,  and  every  grace; 
But  Jefus   fpent  his  life  to   work 
The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 
t>  Strangely,  my   foul,  art   thou  array'd 
By   the   great  leered  Three  1 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all   thy  powers  agree. 

Hymn  21.  Common  Metre.     [«] 

A  v'-ion  of  th?  kingdom  of  Chrifi  among  mat. 
Rev.   xxi.    1 — 4. 
-TO,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
J— *  To  our  believing  eyes ! 
The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  ikies. 

8  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  reGde«, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerufal^m  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  fnining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy, 
And  the  bright  armies  fing, 
4 'Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 
*'  Of  your  defcending  King. 

44  The  God  of  Glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
"  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 

'•  And  he  the  Jc^bg  God. 


276 Hymn  24,  25.  B.  I 

,5  4kHis  own  foft  hand  fhail  wipe  the  tears 
44  From  every  weeping  eye; 
"  And  pains,   and  groans,   and  griefs,  and  fears, 
"  And  death  itfclf  (hall  die." 
6  How  long,   dear  Saviour,  O   how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

Hymns  22,  23.     Referred  to  the  125th  Pfalm. 

Hymn  24s     Long  Metre,     [b] 

The  rich  firmer  dying.     Pfalm  xlix.  6,  9.     Ecclef.  vi:: 

8.     Job  iii.   14,  15. 
3  TN  vain  the  wealthy   mortals  toil, 

A  And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vain  ; 

Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor. 

And   boaft  their   lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their   golden   cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  he? its,   or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright,   nor  bribe   approaching  death 
From  glittering   roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  Their  lingering,  their  unwilling  fouls 
The  dilmal  fummons  mud  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewel 

To  the   pale  lump  of  lifeiefs  clay. 
a  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the   grave,. 
Where  kings  and  flaves  have  equal  thrones  y 
Their  bones  without    diitinttion   lie 
Amongft:  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 

The  reft  referred  to  the  49M  Pfalm. 

Hymn  25.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

A  vificn  of  the   Lamb.     Rev.  v.  6 — 9. 

1  A  LL  mortal  vanities,   be  gone, 

±\.  Nor  tempt   my  eyes,  nor   tire  my  ears; 
B&hold  amidft   tW  eternal   throne 
A  viGon  of  the  Lamb  appeal 3. 

2  [Glory  his  fieecy  robe  adorns, 
Mark'd   with  the  bloody  death  lie   bore; 
Seven   are  his  eyes,   and  feven  his  ho;i 
To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  power. 

3  Lo,   he    receives  a  fealed  book 
From  Him  :hat  fits  upon  rhc  throijt 


B.I. Hymn  26. 277 

Jefus,    my    Lord,    prevails    to    look 
On   dark   decrees,    and   things  unknown.] 
«   All   the   affemh'.ing   faints   around 
Fall   worshipping   before   the    Lamb, 
And   in   new   fongs   of  gofpel    found 
Addrefs  their   honours    to   his  name. 

5  [The  joy,  the   fhour,    the   harmony 
Flies    o'er   the   everiaiiing   hills; 

"  Worthy  art   thou   alone,"  they  cry, 
"To   read  the    book,    to   loofe    the   feals."} 

6  Our   voices  join   the   heavenly   drain, 
And   with   tranfporting   pleafure   fing, 
"Worthy   the   Lamb  that  once   was   {lain, 
"To  be   our   teacher   and  our  king!" 

7  His   words   of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal   counfels,  deep  defigns  ; 

His  grace   and    vengeance   ihall   fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the   dreadful    lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeenrd  our   fouls  from   hell 
With   thine  invaluable  blood; 

And  wretches,    that   did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  favourites  of  their   God. 

9  Worthy   forever  is  the   Lord, 

That  dy'd  for   treafons  not  his   owd, 

By  every   tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And   dwell   upon  his   Father's   throne! 


Hymn  26.     Common  Metre.     [$$] 

Hope  of  htavt.n  by   iU    refurrttiion  cj  Ckri/c* 
l  Pet.    i.    o,   4,    5. 
i  "DLESS'D  be   the  everhiting  God, 
-D  The   Father  of  our   Lord ; 
Be  his   abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majefty   ador'd. 

2  When  from   the   dead  he   raisM   his  Son, 

And    call'd   him    to  the   fky, 

He   gave   our   fouls  a   lively    hope 

That  they  fhould   never   die. 

3  What   though   our  inbred  fins   require 

Our  flefh   to   fee  the  dull, 
Yet  as  the  Lord   our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all   his  followers  mud. 

4  There's  an   inheritance   divine 
Referv'd  againft  that  day  ; 

• 


278 Hymn  27,  28. Kh 

'Tis  uncorruptcd,  undehTd, 
And   cannot  wafte  away. 
,5  Saints   by  the  power  of  God  are  kept 
Till  the  falvation  come; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  here, 
Till   Chrift  (hall   call  us  home. 

Hymn  27.     Common  Metre.    [t>] 

Ajfurance  cf  heaven;  or,  a  faint  prepared  to  die 
2  Tim.   iv.   6,   7,   8,   18. 

1  [yXEATH  may  diflblve   my  body  now, 

\-J   And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor   my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With   heavenly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the   Lord, 
Finifh'd  my   cou-rfe,    and  kept   the  faith. 
And  wait  the   fure  reward.] 

3  God   has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 

A  crown    which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day- 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me   alone ; 
But  all   that  love  and    long  to   fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,   the   Lord,  {hall   guard  me  fa;e 

From  every   ill   defign ; 
And  to  his  heavenly   kingdom   take 
This  feeble  foul   of  mine. 

6  God  is  my   everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  (hall    rage    in  vain  j 
To  him   be   higheii   glory   paid, 
And   endlefs   praife.     Amen. 

Hymn  28.    Common  Metre.   [$$] 

The  triumph  vf  Chrift   over  the  enemies  of  the  church- 

Ifa.    lxiii.    l,    2,  3,   &c 
t  X  JL  7HAT   mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
VV     Comes  travelling  in  ftate 
Along  .he  Idumean  road, 
Away   from   Bozrah's  gate ! 
2  The  gloiy   of  his  robes  proclaims 
'Tis  feme  victorious  king  : 


B.I. Hymn  29.  279 

"Tis   I,    the  juft,    th*  Almighty  One, 
"  That   your  ialvation  bring." 
by-   mighty   Lord,    thy    faints  inquire, 
Why   thine    apparel  red  ? 
And  all   thy  veilure  ftain'd  like   thofe 
Who   in    the  wine-prefs    tread  ? 
4  "I,   hy   myfelf,   have    trod    the   prcfs, 
*'  And  crufh'd   my   foes  alone; 
"  My   wrath   has  ftmck   the  rebels  dead, 
M  My  fury    ftamp'd   them  down. 
;}  M  5Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 
With  joyful   fcarlet   ftains ; 
"The  triumph  that  ^ny   raiment  wears 
"Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins- 

6  "  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be   deftroy'd 
"That  dare    infult  my   faints; 
"  I  have   an  arm   t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"An  ear    for  their  complaints  " 

Hymn  29.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

The  triumph  of  Ckriji\  or,  the  ruin  of  ant:: 
Ifa.  lxiii.    4 — 7. 

i   M  T    LIFT   my  banner,"    faith   the  Lord, 
JL   M  Wheie  antichrift  has  flood  ; 
"The  city  of  my  gofpel   foes 
"Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  "  My   heart  has   ftudy'd  juft   revenge, 

44  And   now   the  day  appears, 
"  The  day   of  my    redeem'd  is  come, 
"To  wipe  away    their   tears. 

3  "Quite  weary   is  my  patience  grov 

4*  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"Swift  as   the  lightning  it  fhali  move, 
44  And  be  as  tatai    too. 

4  "  1  call   for   helpers,  but   in   vain  : 

44  Then  has   my  gofpel  none  ? 
44  Well,  mine    own    arm   hai  might   enough 
44  To  cru(h  my  foes  alone. 

44  Slaughter  and   my   devouring   fword 

44  Shall   walk   the  flreets  around, 
"  Babel   fhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 

44  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 


280  Hymn  30, 32.  B.  I. 

6  Thine   honours,    O   victorious   King  ! 
Thine    own    right   hand    fnall    raifc, 
While   we   thine  awful  vengeance  ling, 
And  our   Deliverer  praife. 

Hymn  30.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Prayer  for  deliverance  anfwered.      I  fa.    xxvi.    8 — 2r. 
J   TN  thine  own  ways,   O   God   of  love, 

JL   We   wait  the  vifits   of  thy   grace  ; 

Our  fouls'   defire  is  to   thy    name, 

And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
£  My  thoughts   are  fearching,   Lord,    for  thee, 

'Mongft   the   black  fhades  of  lonefome  night  j 

My   earneft  cries    falute  thx>  fkies 

Before  the   dawn   reftores   the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious   men   deride 
The   tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But   they  fhail   fee   thy    lifted  hand, 
And  feel   the   fcourges  of  thy   rod. 

4  Hark!  the  Eternal   rends  the   fky, 
A   mighty  voice  before   him  goes, 
A  voice   of  mufic  to   his   friends, 
But   threatening  thunder   to  his  foes. 

£  "  Come,   children,  to  your   Father's  arms, 
M  Hide  in   the   chambers   of  my   grace, 
"  Till   the   fierce   ftorms  be   overblown, 
41  And  my   revenging   fury  ceafe. 

6  "  My   fword   mail  boaft  its  thoufands  {lain, 
"  And  drink   the  blood  of  haughty   kings, 
"  While    heavenly   peace   around    my   flock 
u  Stretches  its  foft  and   fhady  wings." 

Hymn   31.     Referred  to  the  \Jl  Pfalm. 

Hymn  32.     Common  Metre.  O] 

Strtngtk  from   heaven.     Ifa.    xl.    27 — 30. 
I  TX7HENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  ? 
VV     And   where's  our  courage  fled? 
Has   reftlefs   iin,   and  raging  hell 
Struck  all   our  comforts  dead  ? 
SB  Have   we  forgot  th*   Almighty  Name 
That  form'd   the   earth   and  fea  ? 
And   can   an   all-creating  arm 
Grow   weary,  or  decay  ? 


B.I. Hymn  39. 281 

3  Treafures  of  everlafling  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And   treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere   mortal  power  fhall  fade  and  d >, 

And  youthtui  vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon   the  Lord 
Shall   feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagles'  wipgh 

And  tafte    the  promis'd   blifs, 
Till   their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect   pleafure  is. 

Hymns  33,    34,  3.5,   36,  37,  38.     Referred  to  Pfalms 
i3'<    J34:    67,   73,  90,  and  84. 

Hymn  39.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

God's  Under  care  cf  his  church.       Ila.  xlix.   13,   &c, 

1  VfOW  fhall  my   inward  joys  arife, 
lN    And   burft  into  a  fong ; 
Almighty   love  infpires  my  heart, 

And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God,  on   his  thirily  Sion  hill, 

Some   mercy  drops  has  thrown  ; 
And   foiemn  oaths  have  bound  his   \o\t 
To  fnower  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we   then  indulge   cur  fears* 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,   and  fhall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And,  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts, 
Her   fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "Yet,  faith  the   Lord,   fhould  nature   change. 

**  And  mothers   monflers  prove, 
u  Sion  ftill  dwells   upon   the   heart 
"  Of  everlafting   love. 

6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my   hands 

"I   have  engrav'd  her  name; 
My  hand  fhall    raife  her   ruin'd  Wttl 
"And  build  her  broken  de: 
z  2 


282 Hymn  40,41, B.  L 

Hymn  40.     Long  Metre.     [j&] 

The  biifinefs  and  blcjjedncfs   of  glorified  faints,     llev. 
vii.   13,  &c. 

1  "  \  A/HAT  happy   men,   or  angels   thefe, 

VV     "That  all  their  robes  are  fpotlefs  white  ? 
"Whence   did   this  glorious   troop   arrive 
"At  the  pure  realms  of  heavenly  light?" 

2  From    torturing  racks,  and  burning   fires, 
Through  Teas  of  their  own  blood  they   came  ; 
But  nobler  blood   has  wafh'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from    Chrift,  the  dying   Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th*   Almighty  Throne 
With   loud   hofannas   night  and   day  ; 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One 
Meafure   their  bleft  eternity. 

4  No  more  {hall   hunger  pain  their  fouls; 
lie   bids   their   parching   thirft   be  gone ; 
And   ipreads   the  lhadow   of  his   wings 
To   fere  en  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5  The  Lamb,   that  fills   the  middle  throne, 
Shall   fhed   around   his   milder   beams ; 
There  (hall   they   feaft   on   his   rich    love, 
And  drink   full  joys   from   living   ilreams. 

6  Thus  fhall  thejr  mighty   blifs  renew 
Through   the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years; 
And  the   foft  hand  of  fovereign   grace 

Heals  all   their  wounds,   and  wipes  their  tears. 

Hymn   41.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  fame  ;  or,  the  viartyrs  glorified.     Rev.  vii.  13,  &c. 
2  '""l^HESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  fhine3 
-L     "  Whence   all  their  white  array  ? 
"  How  came  they   to   the  happy  feats 
ii  Of  everlafting   day  ?" 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endlefs  joys, 

On   fiery  wheels  they   rode, 
And  flrangely   wafh'd   their  raiment  white 
In   Jefui'  dying   blood. 

3  Now  they  approach   a   fpotlefs    God, 

And  bow    before   his  throne ; 
Their   warbling   harps   and  faded   foogl 
Adore   the  Holy   One. 


B.  L Hymn  42. 28$. 

4  The   unveii'd  glories  of  his  face 

Amongft   his   fainrs  refide, 
While  the   rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all   their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  third   (hall    leave   their  fouls, 

And  hunger   flee  as  faft; 
The  fruit  of  life's   immortal   tree 
Shall  be   their  tweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  (hall  lead   his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living   fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine   (hall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their   eyes. 

Hymn  42.     Common  Metre,      [b] 

Divine  wrath  and  mercy ;  from  Nahum  i.    I 

1  A  DORF,   and  tremble,    for  our  God 
-Tl  Is  a  umfummg  JLre-i* 

His  jeaious   eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And   raife   his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,   how   it  burns! 

How   bright  his   fury  glows  ! 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  florins 
Lie   treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe   heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  fore'd  into  a  flame ; 
But  kindled,  Oh  !  how   fierce   they   blaze  ! 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At   his  approach   the   mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a   watery  grave; 
The  frighted  fea   makes   hafte  away, 
And   {brinks  up  every  wave. 

5  Through  the  wide  air   the  weighty  rocks 

Are  I  wife  as   bail-Hones   burl'd : 
Who  dares   engage  his  fiery   rage, 

1  hat  fhakes  the   folid  world  r 

r,  mighty   God  !  thy  fovereign  grnce 

Sits  regent  on    the  tin 
The  reruge   of  thy  choien    race 

When  wrath  c  iiig  down. 

Thy   hand  (hall  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fiery  temped   pour, 
bile  we,  beneath  thy  (] 

Thy  juii  revenge  adore. 
:b.  xii.   20, 


234 Hymn  45,  48.  B.  I 

Hymn  43.     Referred  to  the   100th   Pfatm. 
Hymn  44.     Referred  to  the  133^  /Va/w. 

Hymn  45.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  lafl  judgment,     Rev.  xxi.  5 — 3, 
l    CEE   where  the  great  incarnate  God 
O   Rill  a  majeflic   throne, 
While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 
i>  ["I  am  the  firft,   and  I   the  latt, 

"  Through  endlefs  years   the  fame  5 
"I  AM  is  my   memorial  {till, 
"And  my  eternal  name. 

3  "Such  favours  as  a  God   can  give, 

"  My  royal  grace  beftows ; 
"Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come,  tafte  the  ftream- 
Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

4  ["The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 

11  I'll  own  him   for  a  fon ; 
"The  whole  creation  fhall   reward 
"The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  "But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclear 

"  And  all  the  lying  race, 
"The   faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
"  That  fpurn  at  offer' d  grace  ; 

6  cl  They  fhall  be  taken  from   my  figbr, 

"  Bound  faft  in  iron  chains, 
"And   headlong  plung'd  into  the  lak~ 
"Where    fire  and   darknefs  reigns."J 

7  O  may  I  (land  before  the  Lamb 

When   earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And   hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  blefiings  on  rny   head. 

8  May  I  with   thofe  forever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finners,  banifh'd  down  to  hell, 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 

Hymns   46,   and  47.      Referred  to  PJalm  148,  and 
PJalm  3. 

Hymn  48.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

The  Chrijiian  race.     Ifa.   xl.    28 — 31. 
WAKE,   our  fouls,   (away,  our  fears, 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  !) 


A 


3. 1. Hymn  4-9. 28c 

Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  iace, 
And   put  a  cheerful   courage  on. 

2  True,   'tis  a  flrait   and   thorny  road, 
And   mortal   fpirirs  nre  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget   the  mighty   God, 
That  {etds  the  ftrength   of  every  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchiefs  powe: 
Is   ever  new   and  ever  young, 

And  firm   endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their   everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the   overflowing   fpring, 
Our    fouls  mail  drink   a   frefh  fupply, 
While  fuch  as   truft  their  native  ihength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift   as  an  eagle  cuts   the   air, 
We'll   mount  aioft  to  thine   abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls   fhall  fly, 
Nor    tire  amidit   the  heavenly   road. 

Hymn  49.      Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  works  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  3, 
n  T  TOW   ftrong  thine  arm   is,  mighty  God! 
XJl  Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  r 
J  el  us,   how  fweet  thy  graces   are ! 
Who   would    not   love   the   Lamb  ? 

2  He   has   cJbne  more  than  Mofes  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King; 
From  bonds   of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught   cur  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the   Red  Sea,  by  Mofes'   hand, 

Th'  Egyptian  holt  was   drown'd ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all   our  fins, 
And  guilt  no   more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defert  Ifrael   went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  fiefh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the   promis'd  land, 

Yet   never   reach'd  the  place; 
But  Chrifl  (hail  bring   his  followers   be 
To  fee   his  Father's  face. 
C  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be   f. 
And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 


286 Hymn  50,51. BJL 

And   kveeter  voices  tunc   the  long 
OF  Mofcs  and  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  50.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  Jong  of  Zacharras,    and  the  mejjage  of    John  tfa 
Baptijl  ;    or,  light  and  falvation   by   Jefiis  Chrifl. 
Luke  i.   68,  &c.     John  i.  29,  32. 
1  K[OW  be   lhe  God  of  Ifraef'blefs'd, 
A.  ll    Who   makes  his  truth  appear  ; 
His  mighty  hand   fulfils  his   word, 
And  all   the  oaths   he  fware. 
£  Now  he  bedews   old  David's   root, 
With  bleflings  from   the  fkies ; 
He   makes   the  branch   of  promife  grow* 
The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [John   was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before   his  face  ; 
The  herald  which   our   Saviour   God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins  ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heavenly   love, 
In  its   own   glory  {nines. 

5  "  Behold   the  Lamb  of  God,"  he   cries, 

"Thai  takes  our  guilt   away: 
"  I   faw   the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day. J 

6  "Be  every  vale   exalted  high, 

"  Sink   every  mountain   low  ; 
"The  proud  muft  (loop,  and  humble  fouls 
**  Shall  his   falvation   know. 

7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Ifrael's   land 

"Shall  join   in  fweet  accord; 
"And  all   that's  born  of  man  fhall  fee 
"The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

8  "  Behold  the  Morning  Star  arife, 

4iYc   that  in    darknefs    fit; 
u  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
41  And    guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

Hymn  01.      Short  Metre.     [>] 

Preferving  grace.     Jude  24,  25, 
l      rT"10  God   the  only  wife, 

X    Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 


B.  I. Hymn  52. 287 

Let  all  the  faints  below  the  fkies 
Their  humble   praifes  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  couniel  and  his  care, 

Preferves  us   fafe  from   fin  and  death 
And  every  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  pre  fen  t  our   fouls 
UnblemihYd  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory   of  his  face*, 
With  joys    divinely  great. 

Then  all   the  chofen  feed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
II  bids   the   conduct,  of  his  gi 
B    his   wonder*   known. 

5      To  our  Redeemer  God 
Wifdom  and   power  belonj 
Immortal  crowns  of  majtiry, 
And  everiafting  fongs. 

Hymn  52.     Long  Metre.     [£} 

Baptifm.     Matt,  xxviii.    19.     Afts  ii.  38, 

3  'HPWAS  the  com  mi  (lion  of  (he  Lord, 

X     "Go,  teac  1  the   nations,  and  baptize 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the   word 
Since  he  afcended   to  the  ikies. 

Gts  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With   grace  and  pardon  in   his   h 
And   fends  his   covenant  wip   the  fca  I 
To  biefs  th  e  Ge/tiler  lands. 

2  "  Repent,  and  tfjfi  he  faith, 

"For   the  remimon  of  your  fins;9' 

And   thus   cur  :  -   our   faith, 

And  fliei  .  A  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhe*  in  his  blood, 

I   water   makes    the  body  e'ean  : 
And  the   good  Spirit  from  cur  God 
Defcendi  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage   ouifelves  to  thee, 
And  feal   our  covenant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may   the  groat  Eternal  Three 

n    vows  rcc 


288 Hymn  53,  5$.  B.  L 

Hymn  53.      Long  Metre.      [&] 

The  Holy  Scriptures.     Hcb.n    1.     2  Tim.  iii.   15,   i6i 
Pfalm  cxlvii.   19,    20. 

1  Z^1  OD,    who  in  various  methods  told 
Vj  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe    latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
The  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heaven 

Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  given. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd* 
Able  to   make  us  wife  and  blefs'd ; 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  all,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiftles   from  above, 

(He  hath  not  ferrt  his  facred  word 
To  every  land)  praife  ye   the  Lord. 

Hymn  54.     Long  Metre.     [$Q 

EleQing  grace ;  or,  faints  beloved  in  Ckrift.  Eph.  i.  3,  &c . 

1  TESUS,  we   blefs  thy  Father's  namej 

J    Thy  God  and  out's  are  both  the  fame  ; 
What  heavenly  bleflings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  tinners  through  his  Son  ! 

2  "Chrift  be  my  firft  eiec**"  he  faid; 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains   birth, 

Or  laid  foundations  for  the   earth. 

3  Thus   did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
"Blamelefs  in   love,  a  holy  feed." 

4  Predcftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  y 

A   new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife   the  glory  of  his   grace. 

5  With    Chrift,  our  Lord,   we  (hare  a   par; 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart ; 

Nor  (hail  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
Till  he  forgets  his  Firft-brlovM. 


fl.  I. Hymn  5$,  S6.  289 

Htmn  55*     Common  Metre.  [*] 
Htzckian's  fung\  ar9Jickmefs  and  raxi  rj.    Ifa.. 

xxxviiu  9,  &c. 

1  T  T  THEN   wc  are  nWd  from  deep  diftreft, 

VV     Our  God  deferves  a  long; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  fad  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefh  are  wont  t*  abufe 

Our  minds   with  flavifh  feats; 
M  Our  days  are  pad,  and  we  (hall  loPs 
44  The   remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  in  (lead  of  joys, 
Affli&ed  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no   difeafe  withftands; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fhould  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reftore  : 
He  cafts  our   fins  behind  his  back, 
And  they*are  found  no  more. 
__ _ — ,  — — . —        ■  .        »> 

Hymn  56.     Common  Metre.  [*] 

The  fang  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  \  ur,  Babylon  falling v 

Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.    19.  and  xvii.  6. 
1  \\  7E   fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
VV     We  found  thy  dreadful  name; 
The  Chriflian  church   unites  the  fongs 
Of  Moles  and  the  Lamb. 
«  Great  God  !  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 
Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace ! 
Thou   King  of  Saints,  Almighty   Lord, 
How  iuft  and  true  thy   ways  ! 
3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thy   holioefs 
Through  all    the  nations   k. 


290 Hymk  57. Kfc 

4  Great   Babylon,  that  rules  the   earth,. 

Drank  with  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Her  crimes  fhall    fpcedily   awake 
The   fury  of  our  God. 

5  The   cup  of  wrath   is   ready   mix'd, 

And  (he  mud  drink  the  dregs; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fovereign  Judge, 
And  fhall  fulfil   the  plagues. 

Hymn  57.    Common  Metre,   [b] 

Original  fin  \    ory  the  firjt  and  fecond  Adam-      Rom, 

v.   12,    &c.     Pial.   li.    5.     Job    xiv.  4. 
1  T3ACKWARD  with  Humble  fhatne  we  look 
-D  On  oui    original  ; 
How  is  our  nature  dafh'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft.  father's   fall ! 
a  To  all  that's-  gcod,   averfe  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  all  that's   ill  ; 
What   dreadful  darknclr*  veils  our  mind  ! 
How  obftinate  our   will ! 

3  Conceiv'd  in   fin  (O.  wretched  ftate) 

Before  we  d^aw  our  breaih, 
The  firft  young  pnlie  begins   to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption   reigns, 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood,. 
Wanders   through  all  our  veins  1 

5  [Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 

Will   aJl  the   branches  be  ; 
How  can  we  hope  tor  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree  ? 

6  What  mortal  power,   from   things  unclean,. 

Can  pure  productions  biing? 
WTho  can  command   a  vital  ftream. 
From  an  infe&ed   fpring  ?] 
n  Yet,  mighty  God,   thy  wondrous  love 
Can  make    our  nature  clean. 
While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
The   tempter,   death,  and   fin. 
S  The  fecond   Adam  (hall  reflore 
The   ruins  of  the  fit  ft ; 
HoCanna  to   that  fovereign  Power,. 
That  ncw-creatcs  our  dud'. 


B.  I. Hymn  58—60. 291 

Hymn  58.     Long  Metre.     [*] 
The  u  ',  %td ;  or,  Mi  ihc  dragon. 

Rev.  xn.  7. 
I   T    ET  mortal  tooe 

-L-j  The  wars  of  heaven,   wben  Michel  flood 
Chief  general   of  r!v 
And  fought  the 

rgaiofl  the  dragon  and  his  boft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail; 
In    vain  tl  in  vain   they  boat}, 

Their  courage  links,    their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth   was  Satan   thrown, 
Dow:}  to  the    earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
Then   was  the  trump  of  trium; 

And  lhook   the   dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  pail, 
Chrifl  has  affum'd  his    reigning  power ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  call 

Do  <vn    from  the  (kies,  to  rife  no  mo^e. 
3  'Twas  by   thy  blood,   immortal  Lamb, 

Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter   down ; 

'Twas   by  thy  word  and  powerful  name 

They  gam'd  the  battle  and  renown. 
€  Rejoice,  ye  heavens ;  Jet   ever}'  flar 

Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  Q 

Saints,  while  ye  ling  'he    heavenly  uar, 

Raife  your  Deliverer's  name  on  h:: 


Hymn  59.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Ion  falUn.     Rev.  xviii.    2c, 

1  TN   Gabriel's   band  a   mighty  ilo:^ 

A   Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon: 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  ail  ye  fainri, 

4i  God   (hall  avenge  your  long  complains 

2  He  faid,   and  dreadful  as  he  fte-od, 
He   funk  the  milUftone  in  the  i 

u  Thus  terribly  (ball  B 

"Thus,   and  no  more   be  found  at  al 

• ■*  ■  ■  ■  ■     '    «■  » 

Hymn  60.    Long  Meire.  [*] 

T he  virgin  Mary's  ,'cng  \  or,  the  promije. 
Luke  i.   46.   Sec. 

O  fouls  (hall    magnify   the    Lord; 

In    God   the   Saviour  wc 


292 Hymn  61. I^J. 

While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 

May  th    lame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 
$.  [The  Hi^heft  faw  her  low  eftate, 

And  mighty  things   his   hand  hath   done; 

!¥)$  oveifhadowing  power  and  grace 

Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 
g  Let  eveiy  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 

And  endiefs  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 

But  God  alone  mad  he  ador'd; 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  that   fear  and  truft  the   Lord,, 
His   mercy   (rands  forever  fure  ; 
Trom  age  to  age  his   promifc  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abrah'm  and  his  feed, 

"In  thee  mail   all   the  earth  be   blefs'd  ;" 
The   memory   of  that  ancient  word 
Lay   long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now   no  more   mail  Ifrael    wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles    lie   forlorn; 
Lo,  the   Dcfue  of  Nations  comes; 
Behold   the   promis'd  feed  is   born  ! 


Hymn  61.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Chrijl  our  High  Prifjl  and  King ;    and  Chrijl  coming- 

to  judgment.     Rev.   1.  5 — 7. 
a  IVTOW  to  lne  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 

IN   The  wonders  of  his  dying   love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 

And  drains  of  nobler  praife  above. 
£  'Twas  he  that   cleans'd  our  iouleft  fins, 

And   wafhM   us  in  his  richeft  blood; 

*Tis  he  that  makes  us   priefts   and  kingst 

And   brings  us  rebels   near  to   God. 
g  To  Jefus,  our  atoning  Priefr, 

To   Jefus,  our  fupenor  King, 

Be   everlafting  power   confefs'd. 

And  every  tongue   his  glory   fing. 

4  Behold   on   flying   clouds  he   comes, 
And  every  eye  fhall  fee  him  move; 
Though  with  our  fins  we  piercM  him   onco, 
Now  he  difplays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The   unbelieving  world  fhall    wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  ; 


B.  I.  »  Hymn  62,  63.  295 

Come,    Lo-d;    nor    let   thy  promifc    fail, 
Nor    let  tKy    chariol  ay. 


Hymn  62.    Common  Metre.   [*] 

Ckrijt  Jtfus,  t/u  Lamb  of  God,    ■  by  all  the 

creation.     Rev.  v.   11 — 13. 

1  /^OME,    let  us  join  our  cheeriul  fongs 
y^s  With  angels   round  the   throne  ; 
Ten  tnoufand   thoufand   are   their  tongues, 

Bui  all   their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the    Lamb  that  dyM,"  they   a 

44  To    be   exalted  thus  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our   lips   reply, 
44  For  he  was  flam  for  us." 

3  Jefus  is   worthy   to  receive 

Honour   and  power  divine  ; 
And   bleflings,    more   than  we   can   give;. 

Be,  Lord,   forever  thine. 
>   Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  fcas, 
Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high, 

And  fpeak  thine  endiefs  praife. 
3  The  whole  creation  join    in  one, 

To  biels  thr  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the   throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  63.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Chrifl's  humiliation  and  ixaltuiicn.     Rev.   v.    12. 
;  X  X  7HAT  equal    honours  {hall  we  bring 

VV     To   thee,  O  Lord   cur  God,  the  Lamb, 
When   all  the   nous  that  angels  fing, 
Are  far  inferior   to   thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is   he  that  once  was  (lain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  that  groan'd  and  dy'd^ 
Worthy   to  rife,    and    live,    and  1 
At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Power  and  dominion  are  his  due. 
Who  (food  condemn' d  ai  .  ar; 
Wifdom  belongs   to  Jefus   too, 

Though  he  was  charg'd   with  madnsfs  there. 
\  All  riches  ar^  his  native  right, 
ne  fuftain'd    amaz 
a  a  2 


29* Hymn  64,  65. JM, 

To  him  afcnbe  eternal  might, 

Who   left  his   weakncfs  on  the  crofs. 
£  Honour  immortal  muft  be   paid, 

In-fte.id  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 

While  glory   mines  around  his  head, 

And   a   bright  crown  without   a   thorn. 
6  Bleflings  forever  on  the   Lamb, 

Who   boie  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  : 

Let   angels  found  his  facred  name, 

And  every     reatnre   f?y,   Am?n. 

*        — " — :  i       :  ' "■ a.,1- 

Hymn  G^.     Short  Merre.     [*] 

Adoption,     l  John  iii.    l,  &c.     Gal.  iv.  6* 
3      T2LHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
O  The   Father  hath   beftow'd 
Oft   finners   of  a  mortal   race, 
To  call  them  fons  of  God  ! 
£       'Tis  no    furprifing    thing, 

That  we  mould   be  unknown; 
The  jewiih  world  knew  not  their  Kingj, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 
3      Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we   mull  be  made  ; 
But  when   we   fee  our   Saviour  here, 
We  (hall   be   like   our   Head. 
£      A   hope  fo  much   divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 
May   purge  our  fouls  from   fenfe  and  fi$ 
As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 
•j      If  in  my  Father's   love 
L,v(hare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit   like  a   dove 
To  reft  upon  my   heart. 
§      We  would  no  longer   lie, 

Like  flavcs   beneath  the   throne  ; 
Our  faith   malt  Abba,   Father,   cry, 
And   thou   the   kindred  own. 

Hymn   G5.     Long  Metre.     [»] 

The  king  arms  of  the  world  become  the  kingdoms  of  the 
Lord;    or,  the  day  of  judgment.     Rev.  xi.  15. 

*3  T    ET  the   feventh  angel   found  on   high, 
JLj  Let  fhouts  be  heard  through  all  the  fky  ; 


B.I. Hymn  66. 295 

Kings  of  the  earth,   with  glad  accord, 

Give  up  your   kingdoms   to   the    Lord. 
2  Almighty  God,    thy  power  afiume, 

Who   wall,   and   art,   and  art  to  come  : 

Jefus  the   Lamb,   who  once   was  {lain, 

Forever  live,  forever  reign  ! 
g  The  angry  nations  fret  and    roar, 

That  they   can  flay   the  faints   no  mere  ; 

On  wings  of  vengeance   flies   our  God, 

To  pay   the  long  arrears  of  blood. 
4  Now  mull   the  rifing   dead   appear; 

Now  the   decifive   fentence  hear ; 

Now  the   dear  martyrs   of  the  Lord 

Receive  an  infinite    reward. 

Hymn  66.      Long  Metre.      O] 

Chrijl  the  King  at  his  table.     Solomon's  Song,  i.  2—5, 
12,   13»   17. 

1  T    ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and   prove 
-Li  Mine  intereft  in  his  heavenly    love  : 
The   voice  that  tells   me,    "Thou  art  mine,-5' 
Exceeds  the  bleflTmgs   of  the   vine. 

2  On   thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And   fpread   the  favour  of  thy   name ; 
That  oil   of  gladnefs  and   of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

g  Jefus,  al  une  me  by   thy   charms; 
My   foul    (hall  fly   into  thine  arms  : 
Our  wandering  feet  thy  favours   bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  Gf  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice 
To   fpeak  thy   praifes  and   our  joys ; 
Our  memory   keeps   this  leve   of  thine 
Beyond   the  tafte  of  richeft   wine.] 

3  Though  in  ourfelvcs  defoim'd  we  are, 
And   black  as  Kedar's   tents   appear, 
Vet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  oi  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fmg; 
Our  graces  are  our  bed  perfume, 
And  breathe  like  fpikenard   round  the  room.}. 


'^06 Hymn  67,  68. B.  L 

7  As   myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 

Such  is    a  dying   Chriil  to  mc  : 

And  while  he   makes  my  foul   his  gueft, 

My  bo(om,  Lord,  mail   be   thy  reft. 
£  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir 

Can  with   thy   courts  on  earth   compare; 

And  here  we  wait  until    thy  love 

Raife  us  t^  nobler   feats  above.] 

Hymn  67.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Seeking  the  pajlures  of  Chriji  the  fhepherd.     Solomon**, 

Song,  i,  7. 

i  THHOU,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

-*-    All   earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 

Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,   let  me  know 

Where  do   thy  fweeteit  paftures  grow.'* 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that   rock, 
That  from   the  fun  defends  thy  flock? 
Fain  would   I  feed  among  thy    {beep, 
Among  rhetn   rcil,   among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  {hould  thy  bride   appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide   to   paths   unknown? 
My  cooftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [The   footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee ; 
Thy  fweeteit.  patiures  here  they  be; 
A  wondrous   feaft  thy    love  prepares, 
Bought  with   thy  wounds  and  groans  and   tca;s. 

5  His  deareft  flefli  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richefl   blood ; 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul   will  come, 
Till    my  Beloved  lead  me  home.j 


Hymn  68.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

The  banquet  of  love,     Solomon's  Song,  ii.    l— -~ 

1  "OEHOLD   theRofe  of  Sharon  here, 
-D  The   lily   which   the  vallies   bear^ 
Behold  the  tree  of  life,   thai  gives 
Refrefhing   fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  fhine, 
Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine; 
So  in  mine  eyes  my   Saviour  proves, 
Attiidft  a  thoiifand  meaner  loves. 


B.I. Hymn  69.  297 

3  Beneath   his  cooling    fhaue   I  lat, 

To  fhicld  me  from  rhe  burning  heat; 
Of  heavenly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft. 
To  feed  my  ey^st  and  pleafe  my   tafle. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought   me  to  the    p'ace 
Where  flood   the  banquet  of  his  grace; 
He   law  me   faint,   and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his   love  he  fpread. 

5  With   living   bread  and  generous  wine 
He   cheers   this  finking  heart   of  mine; 
And  opening  his  own  heart   to  me. 

He  fhows  his   thoughts,    how   kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never   let  my   Lord  depart ; 
Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart  : 
I  charge  my  fins  not  ooce  to  move, 

Nor  if i  r.    nor   wake,    nor   grieve   my  love. 

Hymn  69.      Long  Metre.     [«] 

Chrijl  appear. ng  to  his  ckurck,  and  ft  thing  her  company 
Solomon's  Song,  ii.  8 — 13. 

1  '  I  ^HE  voice  of  my   Beloved  founds 

A     Over  the   rocks  and  riling  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills   of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now  through  the   veil    of  fleih   1    fee 
With  eyes   of  love  he  looks  at  me; 
Now  in   'he  gofpei's  cleareft   glafs 
He   fhows  the   beauties  of  his  face. 

g  Gentry    he  daws  my  heart  along, 

Both   wirh   his  beauties  aad  his    tongue; 

''Rife,"    faith  my    Lord,   "make  hafte  away; 

"No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy   ftay. 
4  "The  Jewifh  wintry  flate  is  gone, 

41  The   milts  are   fled,    the  fpring  comes  on ; 

"The   facred   turtle-dove  we   hear 

"Proclaim  the  new,  the  jo\ful  year. 
&  "Th'  immortal   vine   of  heavenly  root 

"BlofToms  and   buds,   and  gives  her    r ._ 

Lo,  we  are  come  to   tafle  the   wine  ; 

Our  fouls  rejoice,   and  blefs  the  vine. 
6  And  when   we  hear  our  JefiH  fay, 

"Rife   up,  my  love,    make   hafte  away!1' 

Our   hearts  would  fain   outfly  the  v. 

And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 


298  Hymn  70,  71. B»  I. 

Hymn  70.      Long  Metre,     [>] 

Chrijl  inviting,  and  the  church  an/werinp  the  invita- 
tion.    Solomon's   Song,    li.    14,    16,   17. 
1  TTARK!   the   Redeemer  from   on  high 

JTl  Sweetly  invites  his   favourites  nigh  ; 

From   caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 

He  gently  fpeaks  and  calls  us  out. 
a  "  My  dove,  who  hided  in  the  rock, 

"  Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 

"Liit*ip   thy  face,  forget   thy  fear, 

"And  let   thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  "Thy  voice  to  me   founds  ever  fweet; 
44  My  graces  in  thy  count' nance   meet ; 
"Though  the   vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
"  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart   receives 
The  hope  thme  invitation  gives ; 

To  thee  our  joyful   lips  fhall   raife 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  that  of  praife. 
3  [I  am  my  Love's,   and  he  is  mine; 
Our  hearts,  our  hopes,   our  paffions  joinj 
Nor   let  a  motion,  nor   a  word, 
Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my   Lord. 

6  My    foul  to  paftures  fair  be  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds ; 
Amongft  the   faints  (whofe  robes  are  white, 
Wafti'd  in  his  blood)  is   his   delight. 

7  Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  flee, 
Till  the  fweet   dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward   often    turn, 
Nor  let   my   foul   in  darknefs   mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilt  nor   unbelief  divide 

My    love,  my   Saviour,    from  my   fide.] 

Hymn   71.     Long  Metre,     [bl 

Chrijl  jound  in  the  Jlrut,  and  ivQUgkt  to  the  churcL 

Solomon's   Song,  iii.    1 — 5. 
j  /^VFTEN  I  feck  my  Lord  by  night; 

V>J  Jelus,  my   love,   my  fou's   delight; 

With   warm  defire   andreftlefs   thought 

I  feck  him  oft,  but  find  hiu\  nou 


B.J. Hymn  72. 299 

2  I  hen  I   arifc   and  iearch  the  (beet, 

our  meet; 
I  ai\  the   watchmen  of  the   night, 

ere  did  you  fee    my  foul's  delight  ?** 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him    in  my   way, 
Direfted  by  a  heavenly   ray; 

I  leap  for  joy   to  fee   his  face, 
And   hold    him  faft  in   mine  embracer 
a  [I  bring  him   to   my   mother's  home; 
Nor  does    my   Lord  refufe   to  come 
To  Sion's  facred  chambers,    where 
My  foul    firft   drew   the   vital    air. 

5  He  gives  me  there   his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my   fake   with  deadly    fmart; 
I  give  my   foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our   loves  their   mutual  tokens  fhare.j 

6  I  charge  you  all,   ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb   my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,   nor  hell  come  near    my  hear*, 
Nor  caufe   my    Saviour  to   depart. 

Hymn  72.      Long  Metre.     [#] 

The  coronation  of   Chriji,   and  tfpoufals  of  the  church. 
Solomon's  Song,  iii.   u. 

i  TAAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
JLJ  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unkr. 
Plac'd  on   the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  the   well-defeiVd   renc 

And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  every   zti  of  worfhip  be 

Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,    to  thee ; 
Like  the  dear   hour,   when  from    above 
We  fir 0:  receiv'd   thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  g'adnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 

Oar  hearts  would  wifh  it   long  to  fray;. 
Nor   let    our  faith  forfake    its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  O  !  let  each   minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increaie  thy    praife,   improve  our  jo 

we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  nanie> 
At  the  great  f upper  of  ihe   Lz 


300 Hymn  73,  74, B.  I. 

6  O  that   the   months  would  roll   away, 
And  bring  that  coronation-day ! 
The   King  of  Grace    fhall    fill    the  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 

Hymn  73.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

The  church's  beauty   in   the  eyes  vf  Chrijl.     Solomon's 
Song,  iv.  l,  10,  11,  7,  8,  9. 

1  1Z  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
XV  Affection  founds   in    every  word; 

"  Lo,   thou  art  fair,  my  love,"    he   cries  ; 
11  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes, 

2  ["  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
"  S;ilutes   mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 

"  No   fpice  fo  much   delights   the  fmell, 
"Nor  milk  nor  honey   taftes  fo  well..] 

3  "Thou   art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me; 
"I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love   performs, 
And  puts  a  comelinefs   on  worms  ! 

4  Dcfil'd  and  loath-Tome  as  we  are, 

fie  makes  us   white,  and  calls    us  fair  j 
Adorns  us  with  that  heavenly  drefs, 
His  graces   and  his  righteoulnefs. 

5  "  My  fifter  and  my  fpoufe,"  he  cries, 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
"Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  retains 
"In   ftrong  delight  and  pleafing  chains." 

6  He  calls   me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From    this  wild   world  of  beafts  and  mem. 
To  Zion,   where  his  glories  are  : 

Not  Lebanon   is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Not   dens   of  prey,  not  flowery  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,   nor  earthly   pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,   or   force  my  (lay, 
When  Chrifl.   invites  my  foul  away. 

Hymn  74.     Long  Metre.     [>*] 

The  church  the  garden  of  Ckrijl.      Solomon's  Song, 

iv.    12,  13,   15,  and  v.  1. 
t  WJ^   are   a  garden  waliM  around, 
VV     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  j 
A    little  fpot   inclosM  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildcrnefs. 


Kju. Hvmn  75. 301 

2  Like  trees  of  royrrn  and  fpice  we  ftand, 
Planted  by   God   the   Father's   band; 
And  all   his  firings  in  Sion   flow, 

To   make  the    young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heavenly  wind,   and  come. 
Blow  on   this  garden  of  perfume; 
Spirit  divine,   defcend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath*. 

4  Make  our  bed  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  : 
And  faith,  and  love,   and  joy  appear. 
And  every  grace  be  active  here. 

5  TLet  my  Beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  bis  own  feaft  : 

M  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"   he  cries, 
With  love   and   pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his   garden  comes, 

Well  pleas' d  to  fmeil  our  poor  perfumes 5 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
Sweeter  tban   honey,  milk  or  wine. 

7  "Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,   my  friends, 
"The  bleffings  that  my   Father  fends; 
"Your  tafte  (hall  aril  my  dainties  prove, 
"And  drink  abundance  of  my    love.n 

8  Jefus,  we   will  frequent   thy   board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the   rich   food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praif.1  thaa  tongue  can  give.] 

Hymn  75.     Long  Metre.     [^] 

The    defer ipticn    of    Chnjl    the    Be  loved,      Solomon^ 

Song,  v.   9 — ny   14 — 16. 
1  HHHE  wondering   world   inquires  to  know 
A     Why   I  fhould  love   my  Jefus  fo  : 

•*  What  are  his   charms, "   fay   they,   4l  above 

44  Th:  objecls  of  a  mortal  love?" 
C  Yes,   my   Beloved  to   my   fight 

Shews  a   fweet  mixture,  red   and  white  : 

All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 

In  my   Beloved  meet  and  {bine. 
5  While   is  his  foul,  from   blemifli  free; 

Red  with  the   blood  he  fhed  for  me  s 

The  faireft  of  ten   thoufand  fairs; 

A  fun  amongft    ten   thoufand  ftars, 
£    b 


302 Hymn  76. RJ. 

4  [His  head   the   fined  gold   excels; 
There  wifdom   in  perfe&ion    dwells, 
And   glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe   temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Companions  in  his  heart  are   found, 
Clofe  by   the   fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more   {hall  bear 
The  cruel   fcourge,   the  piercing  fpear.] 

6  fHis  hands   are  fairer   to  behold 
Than   diamonds  fet  in   rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe   heavenly  hands,  that  on  the  tree. 
Were   nail'd,  and   torn,   and  Wed  for  me. 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees ; 
Loaded  with  fins   and  agonies, 

Now,  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ftand.} 

8  fHis  eyes  are  majefty  and  love, 
The   eagle  temper'd  with   the  dovr  ; 
No  more  fhaU  trickling  forrows   roll 
Through  thofe  dear  windows  of  bis  foul.] 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints. 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainirng  faints ; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than   Lebanon  with   all  its   trees. 

j-o  All  over  glorious   it  my    Lord, 
Mud   be   belov'd,  and  yet  adorM  ; 
His   worth  if  all   the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would   love  him  tpo.. 

—  ■  —  "  ■  ■ -*■ 

Hymn  76.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Chrijl  dwells    in   heaver, ,   but   vifits  on  earth.      Solo- 
mon's  Song,  vi.   1,    2,  3,    12. 
1  XI  7"HEN    Grangers  Hand  and  hear  me  tell 
VV     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell. 

Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know. 

That  they  may   feek  and  love   him  too. 
q  My  heft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 

On  hills  of  light,   in  worlds  unknown; 

Rut  he  dbicends   and   fliows  his  fare 

In   the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 
3  fin  vineyards  planted  by   his  hand, 

Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  iland  ; 

He  feeds  among  the   fpicy   beck, 

Wfaf&e  lilies  ihow  their  Ipottef*.  httf 


B.  I. Hymn  77,  76. 303 

4  He   tas  en^rofjM  iny  warmefl    love, 
No  earthly  charms    my   foul  can  move  : 
I  have  a  manfion  in   his   heart, 

\    r  dqath    r.or  bell  (hall   make  us   part.] 

5  [He  takes   my  foul    ere  I'm   a-- 

And  c  where  his  glories  are; 

No  chariot  of  Amrninadib 

The   heavenly    rapture  Ccn   describe. 

6  O  may  my   ipirit  daily   rife 

On   wingi  of  faith  above   the    fkies. 
Till  death   fhall  make  my  laft  remove, 
To   dwell   forever   v.irh    my  love-j 

Hymn  77.     Long  Metre.     [&] 

The  Lrje  of  Chrijl  to  the   church,  in  his   language  to 
her,  and  ■  for  her.     Solomon's  Song,   vi! 

A  6,  9,  12,  13. 

1  "^TOW,   in  the  galleries  of  his  grace, 
i-N    Appears   the  King,  and    thus  he  fays^ 
"How   fair  my   faints  are   in  i 

u  My  love  how  pleafant    for  delight !" 

2  Kind    is   thy  language,  fovereign  Lord, 
There's   heavenly   grace  in  every  word  ; 
Fiom   that  dear  mouth  a  tfream  divine 
Flows,    fweeter  than  the  choked  wine. 

3  Such   wondrous  love  awakes  the   lip 
X)f  faints  that  were  almoif  aileep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name. 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

4  Thcfe  are  the  joys  he  lets   us  k 
In  fields  and  villages  below  : 
Gives  us   a   relifh  of  bis  love, 
But  keeps  his   noblcft  fcall    above. 

5  In  paradifc,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment   waits  ; 
Fruits  new   and  old,    laid  up   in   (lore, 

re  we   (ball   feed,  but   thirft  no  more. 

■      -  '      '        7~~ 

Hymn  TS.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

The  fir  en  j  Pi  love,   and  the  foul's  jc 

Sung,,   viii.  5—7,    lj, 
I   \'\7'HO  is  this  fair   one   in  diftrefs, 
'  horn  the  wildcn: 


304 Hymn  79. B.  L 

And,  prefs'd  with  fbriows  and  with  Tins., 
On   her    beloved   Lord  (he    leans? 

2  This  is   the   fpoufe   of  Chrift   our  God, 
Bought    with  the  treafures  of  his    blood  ; 
And  her  requeft,   and   her  cn:r,^iaint, 

Is  but  the   voice  of  every   faint. 

3  4'0  let  my  name  engraven   (land 

44  Both   on   thy    heart   and  on    thy   hand; 
44  Seal  me   upon    thine   arm,  and  wear 
44  That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

4  44  Stronger  than    death   thy    love  is  known, 

44  Which   floods   of  wrath   could  never  drown? 
44  And  hell  and  eanh   in   vain  combine 
44 To  quench   a  fire  Jo  much  divine, 

5  44  But   I   am  jealous   of  my    heart, 

44  Left  it  mould  once  from  thee  depart ; 
44  Then  let  thy  name  be  weil  imprefs'd 
44  As   a   fair   fignet  on   my  bread. 

6  "Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to   thy  home, 
44  Where  fears  and  doubts  can   never  come* 
44  Thy   ccum'nance    let  me  often  fee, 

44  And  often  thou  fhalt   bear  from  me. 

7  "  Come,  my  Beloved,    ha  lie  away, 

44  Cut   fhort  the   hours  of  thy   delay; 
44  My   like   a   youthful   hart   or  roe 
44  Over  the  hills   where  fpices  grow*" 

Hymn  79.     Long  Metre.     [»] 

A  morning  hymn.     Pfalm  xix.  5,  8.  and  Ixxiii.  24,  2£ 

1  (^  OD  of  the  morning,  at   whofe    voice 
V_X  The  cheerful   fun   makes  hafte  to   rife, 
And   like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the    fkies; 

2  From   the  fair   chambers  of  the   eaft 
The   circuit  of  his   race  begins, 
And,   without  w  arinefs    of  reft, 

Round  the  whole   earth  he  flies  and  mines  5 
S  Oh,  like  the  fun  may  I   fulfil 

Th'  appointed   duries   o*   the  day ; 

With   ready   mind  and  active   will 

March  on    and   keep  my   heavenly  way. 
4  [But   I   fhail    rove  and   lofe   >hc   race, 

If  God,    my   fun,   fhould  difappear, 


B.  I. Hymn  80,  8 i. 30  5 

And    leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze, 
To  follow  e\ery   wandering  ftar.j 

5  Lord,    thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes; 

Thy   threatenings  juft,   thy    promife   Cure; 
Thy   gofpel  makes   the  firnple   wife. 

6  Give  me   ihy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And   then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs; 
All  my  defires  and  hopes  befide 

Are  farnt  and  celd,  compar'd   with   this. 

Hymn  80.     Long  Metre.      [>] 

An  evening  hymn.    Pfal.  iv.  8.  and  iii.  5,  6,  and  cxliii.  8, 

1  HPHUS  far   the   Lord  has   led  me  on, 

X     Thus   far  his  power   prolongs    my  days, 

1   every  evening  mail   make   known 
Some  frclh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  ran  to  wade, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home; 
But  he  forgives   my  follies  paft, 

He  gives   me  ftrength  for  days   to  come, 

3  I   lay   my  body  down  to  deep ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  ftations  found  my  bed. 

4  In   vain    the   funs  of  earth  or  hell 
Tel!  me  a  tnoufand  frightful   things  ; 
My   God  in   fafety  makes   me  eJ. 
BeiKdih  the  fhadow  of  his   wings. 

,5  f  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 

O  may   thy   prefence  ne'er  depart ! 

And  in  the  morning  make  me   hear 

The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 
C  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  come, 

My  flefh  fhall  reft  beneath  the   ground, 

And   wait  thy  voice  to  route  my  tomb, 
:h  fweet  talvation   in  the   found.] 


Hymn  81.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

A  Jong  for  morning  or  evening.  Lam.  iii.  23.  Ik.  xlv.  7. 
-    \  \  Y  God,  how    endlefs  is   thy    love  ! 
4.Y-I  Ttiy   gifvi  ape  every   evening   new; 


306 Hymn  82,  83. B.  I. 

And   mornmg   mercies,  from  above, 

Gently   diftil    like  early    ciew. 
£  Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the   niglit, 

Great   Guardian   of  my   deeping  hours; 

Thy    fovereign  word  reftores    the   light, 

And   quickens  all  my  drowfy  powers. 
3  I  yield  my  powers   to  thy   command; 

To  thee  1  co^fecrate  my  days; 

Perpetual   bleiTings  from  thine  hand 

Demand   perpetual   fongs  of  praile. 

Hymn  82.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Cod  Jar    above    all    creatures  ;    ort    man    vain   and 
mortal.     Job  iv.   17 — 21. 

1  C  HALL  the  vile  race   of  flefh  and  hlood 
O  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall   mortal  worms  pre  fume  to  be 

More  holy,   wife,  or  jutt   than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  trufl   in   none 
Of  all   the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd   with  his, 
Are   neither  holy,  juit,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  Ipring  from  duft  and  dwell  in   clay! 
Touch'd  by    the   finger  of  thy   wrath, 
We  faint  and  perifh  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to   day,  from    day  to   night, 
We    die  by  thouiands  in  thy  fight ; 
Bury'd  in   duft  whole  nations  lict 

Like   a  forgotten   vanity. 
*  Almighty   Power,  to  thee  we   bow  : 
"  How   frail    are    we,   how   glorious    thou  ! 

No  more   the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 

Wiih  an  eternal   God  compare. 

Hymn  S3.     Common   Metre,     [bj 

Afflitlions  and  death  under  providence.     Job  v.  6 — 8. 
J   'VJOT    from    'he   dull    affll&ion  grows, 
1^1    Nor  troubles  life    by  chance  ; 
Yet   we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes; 
A   fad  inheritance  ! 
£  As   fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 
And  ftill  are  upwards  borne; 


B.  I. Hymn  S4-,  85. 30? 

So  ^rief  is   rooted    in  our   fouls, 
And  man  grows  up   to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my   God  I  leave  my  eaufe, 
And  truft  h's   promis'd  grace  : 

He  ru'es  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and   righteoufnefs. 

4  Not  all    the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 

U    fpoil  my   future  pence; 
For  d  ath  and  hell    can  do  no  more 
,    what  my   Father  pleafe. 

Hymn  84.      Long  Metre.      [&] 

Sanation,   righttoufrnfs^  and  jlrcngth  in   Ckrtft.     ICL 
xlv.    21—25. 

1  JEHOVAH  fpeaks!    let  Ifrael    hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  Gca's  eternal   Son   proclaims 
H;s  Sovereign  honours  and  his  names. 
"I  am  the    Laft,  and  I   the   F:rfi, 
"The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  Jufl ; 
44  There's   nor.e  befide  pretends  to  mew 
44  Such  juflicc   and  falvation  too. 

2  [,4Ye   that  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
*4Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and   hell, 
i4Look  up  to  me   from   diftant  lands, 
**  Light,   life,  and  heaven  are  in  my  hands. 
44 1  by  my  holy  name  have  Uvorn, 
44  Nor  (hall   the   word   in  vain   return, 
14  To  me  fhall  a'l    things   bend  the  knee, 
**And  every  tongue  (baii   fwear   to  me. J 
14 In  me  alon:  fhall   men  conftfs 
**Lies   all  their  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs  : 
*'But   fuch  as  dare   defpife  my  name, 
"I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 
44  In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feed 
44  Of  lfrae!   from  their   (ins   be   freed, 
44  And   by  their  mining  graces   prove 
"Their  mtereft  in  my   pardoning  love." 

— —  q 

Hymn  85.     Short  Metre.     [&] 

The  fame. 
I       r  I  T-IE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
A    His  Godhead  from  his  throne  j 


S08 Hymn  86. B.  L 

"Mercy  :md  juflice  are.  the  names 
"By   which  I  will  be  known. 

%       "Ye   dying  fouls,    that   fit 
"In  darkness  and  didrefs, 
"  Look   from  the   borders  of  the  pit 
"To  my   recovering  grace." 

3  Sinners  ftall  hear  the    found ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  fhall  own, 

"  Our  righteoufnefs   and   flrength   is   found 
"In  thee,  the  Lord,   alone." 

4  In   thee  fhall  Ifrael  trull, 
And   iVe   their  guilt  forgiven  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  tanners  juft, 
And  take    the  faints  to  heaven. 

Hymn  86.     Common  Metre,     [bj 

God  iwly,  jufl,    and  fovertign.      Job  ix.    2 — 10. 

1  TTOW  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
ITjL  Be    pure   before   their  God ! 

If  he  contend  in   righteoufnefs, 
We  fall  beneath   Ins   rod. 

2  To  vindicate   my  words  and    thoughts 

I'll   make,   no  more   pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  ail    my  thou  land  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  aim,  his  heart  is  wife; 

What    vain   prcfumers  dare 
Againll    their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'tempt  thr  unequal  war? 

4  [Mountains   by  his   Almighty  wrath 

From   their   qld  feais  are  lorn  ; 
He  lhakes  the  earth    from   fouth    to   north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He    bids  the    fun   forbear  to   rife ; 

The  obedient    fun   forbears  : 
His   hand   with   fackcloth   fpreads  the  fkics, 
And   feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

6  He   walks  upon  the   flormy  fea  ; 

Flies  on  the   ftormy  wind  : 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous   \v?.y> 
Or  his  daik  fodtfteps   find.j 


B.  1. Hymn  87,  88. SOS 

Hymn  87.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Cod  dwu'ls   with   the  humble  and  penitent,     Ifa.  Ivii. 
15,  16. 

1  HTHUS  faith  the   hi^h   and  lofry  One, 

J-     "  I  fit  upon  my    holy  throne  ; 
"  My  name  is  God,   I   dwell   on  high, 
"Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 
S  "But  I  defcend  to  -worlds  below, 
44  On  earth  I   have  a   manfion  too ; 
"  I  he   humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
44  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

2  u  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive  : 
"I  bid  the   mourning  (inner   live; 

"  Keal  all  the  broken  hearts   I   find, 
"  And  eafe   the  farrows  of  the   mind. 

4  ["When  I  contend  againfl:  their  fin, 

"  1   make  them  know   how  vile  they've  been.; 
"  But  fhnuld   my  wrath   forever  fmoke, 
"Their  fouls  would  fink   beneath   my  ftroke.** 

.5  O  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  mould  faint,  defpair,  and  die ! 
Thus  (hall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaftening   love..] 

Hymn  S8.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

JAft%  tlis  day  of  grace  and  hcpe.     Eccl.  ix.  4 — 6,  1Q, 
1  T    IFE   is  the  time   to   ferve  the  Lord, 

JLi   The   time  tJ  infure  the  great  reward; 

And  while   the   lamp  holds  out  to    burn, 

The  vileft  finner  may  return. 
s  [Life  is  the   hour  that  God  has  given 

fo  'fcape  from   hell  and  fly   to  heaven; 

The  day  of  grace,  and    mortals  may 

Secure  the  bit-flings  of  the   day. J 
-3  The   living  know   that  they  muft  die, 

But  all  the  dead  forgotten    lie ; 

Their  memory  and  their   fenfe  is  gone, 

Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lofl, 

rI  heir  envy    bury'd   in  the  dufl  ; 

They  have   no  fhare  in  all  that's  done 

Beneath   the   circuit  of  the  fun.] 
£  Then  what   my    thoughts  defign  to  do, 

My  hands,  with  all  your  might  purfuej 


310  Hymn  89,  90. K_L 

Since  no  device    >r  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor.  hope,  beneath  the  ground* 
6  There   are  no  a£ts  of  pardon  pafs'd 
In   the  cold  grave,   to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,   death,  and   long  defpair 
Reign  m  eternal   filence  there. 

Hymn  89.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Youth  and  judgment.     Eccl.  xi.  9. 

1  \^E  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and   young, 

1-    Indulge  your   eyes,  indulge  your   tongue, 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  defire, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;   but    know 
Thire  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high   beholds  your  thoughts  ; 
His  book  records   your   fecret  faults  : 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done 
Muft  all  appear    before   the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  ftrike  your  hearts    with  terror  through  : 
How  will  ye  ftand   before   his  face, 
Or   anfwer  for  his  injui'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off#  their  eyes 
From   thefe  alluring  vanities, 
And  let    the   thunder  of  thy   word 
Awake    'h^ir    fouls    to  fear  'he   Lord. 

Hymn  90.      Common  Metre,     [b] 

The  famt 

1  T    O,   the  young   tribes   of  Adam  rife, 
-L*  And  through  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wifhes  of  their  eyes, 

And  tafte  the  joys  they   love. 

2  They   give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 

but  let  the  {inr.ers  know 
The    ftnc"l  account  that  God  requires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 
Q  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne   on  high  j 
*         The  frighted   earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  Jury  of  his   eye, 
Aod  flee  before  his  face 


B.I.  Hymn  91,  92. Sl_l 

4  How  ihail  I    bear   that  dreadtul  day, 
And    ftand  the  fiery   reft  ? 
I   give  ail  mortal  joys  away, 
To  be  forever   bleft. 

Hymn   91.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Advice  to  youth-,    or,  old  age  and  dtath  in  an  uncon- 
verted fiate.     Eccl.  xi!.  i,  7.     Ifa.   lxv.  20. 

1  "VJOW  in   the  h-at  of  youthful  blood, 
IN    Remember  your    Creator,   God  : 
Behold  the  months  come   hailening  on, 
When  you  fhali  fay,  "My  joys  are  gone/' 

2  Behold  the   aged  Enner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes,. 
Zknvn   to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
Wuli  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duO  returns  to  dull:  again; 
The  foul,  in  agonies  of  pain* 
Afcends   to  God  ;  not   there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her   doom,  and   finks  to  rreil. 

4  Eternal  King!    I   £jar  thy  name; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I   am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  mud  hence  remove, 
Give    me  a   rr.r.rfton   in    thy    love. 

Hymn  92.       Short  Metre.      [>] 

God.     Pi    '  -  v-.ii.  i,  22 — 32. 
*        CHALL    Wifdom   cry   aloud, 
O  And  not   hev  fpeech    be   In 
The   voice  of  God's   eternal    word, 
Deferves   it   no    r^gad  ? 
%       "I   '\'as  his   chief  delight, 
"  His  everlafting  Son, 
u  Before  the  firft  of  all   his  works, 
**  Creation,   was  begun. 

3  f  "  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
■  Before   the  foiid   land, 

tlds,   before  the  floods, 
"1   dwelt  at   htf   right  hand. 

4  "When  he   adorn'd    the   fkies. 
'*  And  built  thcqi     I   vs  s  there, 

"To  order  when   the   fun    fhould  rife, 
11  And    mnrflp  ftar. 

5  "When  he  pour'd   cue   the   fea, 
*'  Mid  fprejri  the    flowing  deep, 


31-2  Hymn  93, 94..  B.  I. 

"  I  gave  the  Hood  a   firm   decree 
"In   its  own  bounds   to  keep.j 
6'     M  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth   was   balancM  well  ? 
"With  joy  I   faw  the   manfion,   where 
"The   fons  oF  men  fhould  dwell, 
7       *  My  bufy  thoughts  at   firfl: 
"  On  their   falvation   ran, 
"Ere  (in  was  born,  or  Adam's  dud 
"  Was  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 
3       "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"Ye  children,  and  be  wife; 
"Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The   man  that  fhnns  them    dies." 

Hymn  93.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

Ckrijl,  or  Wifdorn  obeyed  or  refifted.  Prov.  viii.  34 — 36* 
1  'T'HUS  faith   the   Wifdorn   of   the  Lord, 

A     **  Blefs'd  is   the    man  that  hears   my  word; 

"Keeps  daily   watch  before  my  gates, 

"  And  at  my   feet  for  mercy  waits. 
S  "The   foul   that  feeks   me  (hall   obtain 

"Immortal  wealth,  and  heavenly  gain; 

"  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

"  Life,    and   the  favour  of  the  Lord. 
3  "But   the  vile  wretch   that  flies  from  me, 

"  Doth   his   own   foul  an  injury  ; 

"  Fools,    th  u  againft   my   grace  rebel, 

"Seek  death,  and   love  the  road   to   hell.* 

Hymn  9*.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Jhftijicaticn   by  faith,  not  by  zvorks  ;    or,  the  law  c<m+ 

d£m7is%  grace  jufl? fes*     Rom.  iii.  19 — 22. 
1  \  7AIN  are  the  hopes  the    fons  of  men 
V     On  their  own   works  have   built; 
Their  hearrs  hy  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  anions  guilt. 
a^Let  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths 
Without   a    murmuring  word, 
And   the  whole  race  of  Adam   Hand 
Guilty  before  the   Lord. 
3  In  vain    we   a(k  God's  righteous  Inw 
To  juflify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince- and   to  condeflM 
Js  all   the  law 


£  Jefus,   how  glorious  is    thy  gr a 
When   in  thy    name  we   truft, 
Our   faith    receives   a    righteoufnefs 
That  makes   the  (inner  juft. 

Hymk  95.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

Regeneration.     John  i.   13.     and  iii.  3,   &c. 
x  "\J^T     11   the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
IX   Nor   rites   that   God    has   given, 
Nor  will  of  man,   nor  hlcod,  nor  birth* 

Can  raife  a    foul  to  heaven. 

2  The  fovereign  will  of  God  alcne 

Creates  us  heirs   of  grr.ee  ; 
Born   in  the  image  of  his   Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race* 

3  The   Spirit,  like    fome   heavenly   wind, 

Blows  on   the   fons  of  flefh, 
New  models   all  the   carnal   mind, 

And  forms  the   man    afrefh. 
4, Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the   long  deep  of  death ; 
On  heavenly   things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 


mn  96.     Common- Metre.     [*] 
EUSion  excludes  boaftivg.     1  Cor.  i.  s-6— 3:, 
:  T5UT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
Xj  But  few  of  noble    race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  riine  eyes, 
Almighty    King  of  Grace  ! 
5  lie  takes  the  men  of  m^aneft  name 
For  fons  and   heirs  of  God ; 
And   thus  he   pours  abundant  fjame 
On  honourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and   makes  him  fc 

The  myileries  of  his  grace; 
To  bring  afpinng   wifdom    low, 
And  all   its  pride  a: 

4  Nature  has  all    its  glories  Tolr, 

When  brought  before  his   throne  ; 
Xo  frefh  mall  in   his  prefence   boail, 
B;r  in  the  Lord  alone. 
c  c 


314  Hymn  97,  98,  B.  L 

Hymn  97.    Long  Metre,     [b] 

Cliri/l  our  TVifdom,  Righteoufnefs,  &c.      l   Cor.  i.  30. 

1  "OURY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night, 
-13  We  lie  till   Chrift  reftores  the  light; 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafc  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in   tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep   diftrefs, 
And  fing,   The  Lord  our  Rightcoufntfc* 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin, 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such   virtues  from  his  fufferings  flow. 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan   reigns, 
Binding  his  (laves   in  heavy  chains; 
He  fets  the  pri (oners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor   helplefs  worms  in  thee   pofTefs 
Grace,   wifdom,    power  and  righteoufnefs; 
Thou  art  our  mighty   All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  ielves,  O   Lord,    to  thee. 

Psalm  98.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

The  fame, 
I       TTOW  heavy  is  the  night 

XJL  That  hangs   upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Chrill  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  fouls   arife  ! 
<?       Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To   meet   the   wrath   of  Heaven  ; 
But,  in   his  righteoufnefs  arrayTd, 
We  fee   our   fins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and   ways; 
His  hands  infefrcd  nature   cure 
With  fanclifying  grace. 

4  The   powers  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 

He  lets    i he  fons  of  bondage   frc 
And   breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God; 


B.  I.  Hymn  99—101.  315 

Thy   fovereign  power,   thy  healing  grace, 
And  thii.ie  atoning  biocd. 


Hymn  99.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Stoma  made  children  of  Abraham  ',   or,  grace  nut  convey- 
ed by  religious  parents.     Matt.  iii.  9. 
3  \  7AIN   are  the  hopes  that   rebels  place 
V    Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defer nded  from  a   pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  no.v   with  God. J 

2  He   from   the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  hardeit  {tones, 
And  fill   the  houfe   of  Abrah'm  well 
Wieh  new-created  fons. 

3  Such  wondrous  power  doth  he   pofTefs. 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  call'd  the   world  from  emptinefs; 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

Hymn  100.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

Believe^  and  be  faved      John  ui.  16 — 18. 

1  'VTOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
l^i    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God   appear; 
No   weapons  in   his  hands  are   feen, 

No  flaming  fword,   nor   thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the   pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He   feat  his   Son  to  bear   our  load 
Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from    hcl 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's   word, 
Truit   in  his  mighty  name,  and  live ; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

Hio  hand*   a   thoufand  bleffings  give, 

4  But  vengeance   and  damnation    lies 
On  rebels  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  etarnil  Son    defpife, 
The  ho"eft  hH]  (hall   bt  their  p!ace. 

Hymn  101.    Long  Metre.   [&] 

Joy  in  heaven  jor  a  repi  r.     Luk:  \ 

l  \^/^0  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 
VV     Through   all    the  courts  of  paradife. 

To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 

To  fee  an   heir  of  glory  born  ? 


■516 Hymn  102. RJL 

2  With  joy   the   Father  dorh    approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal   love ; 

The   Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  pur  chafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul    he  f<>rm'd  anew; 
And   faints   and  angels  join  to  ring 
The  growing  empire  of  their    King. 

Hymn  102.    'Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  b  atitudes.     Matt.  v.    2—1  a. 

1  "D  LEST  are  the  humble  fouls   that  fee 
-D  Their   emptinefs  and  poverty; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy    laid  up  in    heaven. 

2  Bleft  are  the   men  of  broken   heart, 
Who   mourn   for  fin  with   inward  imart;. 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  fl*rws, 

A  healing  balm   for   all   their  woes. 
2  Bleft  are  the   meek,  who  (land  afar 
From  rage  and   palfion,    noife   and  warj 
God   will   fecure  their  happy  (late, 
And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great, 

4  Bleft  are   the   fouls  that   third  fpr  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs ; 
They   (hall  be  well  fuppiy'd  and  fed 
With  living  ftreams  and  living   bread. 

^  Bleft  are  the   men  whofe   bowels  move 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love; 
From  Chrift  the  Lord  (hall   they  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Bleft  are   the   pure,  ^vhole  hearts  are  clean 
From    the  defiling   power  of  fin ; 

With   endlels  ph  afure  they  (hall  fee 
A   Go'   of  fpotlefs  purity. 

7  Bleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing   flrife^ 
They  mall   be  call'd   the  heirs   ot  blils8 
The  fon*  of  God,   the  God  of  peace. 

2  Bleft  are  the  fuiferers,   who  partake 
Of  pain  and  (hame  for  Jefus'  fake ; 
Their  fouls   fhall  triumph  in   the  Lord* 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


B.  I.  Hymn  103—105.  SI? 

Hymn  103.     Common  Metre.    [^] 

Xt  ajhamd  of  the  go/pel.     2  Tim.  i. 

1  T?M  not  afham'd  to  own  my   Lord, 
A  O/  to  defend  his  caufe. 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God!     I  know  his  name; 

Mis  name  is  all  my    truft  ; 
Ni  r  will   he   put  my   foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Finn  as  his  throne   his   promife  Hands, 

And  he  can  weil   fecure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 

Till  the  dec;  five  hour.  N 

4  Then   will  he   own  my    worthlefs  name 

Before  his   Father's   face, 
And   in    the    New   Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  foul   a  i 

Hymn  104.     Common  Metre.     [#] 

A  fiate  of  nature  and  of  grace.       l   C^r.   vi.   ic 
l  "VTOr  the  fin 

1^1    The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  flai  tall  obtain 

The  kingdom  ot  our  God. 
i,  Surprifing  grace  !    and  fuch  were  we 
By  nature  and    by  fin, 
Heirs   of  nnmor 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But   we  are  wahYd  in  Jefu^'   blooc5 

We're  pardon'd   through  his  name  ; 
A i  d  the  good  Spirit  of  our   God 
Has  fanttify'd   our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  power 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 

would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No   more  pollute  our  hands. 

Hymn  105.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Hravtn  invifibU  and  holy.    1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.   Rev.  x\ 
5   'VTOR  eye  hath  fren,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
*^l    Nor    fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 
it  joys  tiie  Father  has    pre^ 
for  thofe  that  love  the  S 
2 


318  Hymn  106,  107.  B.  L 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  ' 
The   beams  of  glory  in   his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky, 

And  all   the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton   lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  fee  or    tafte  the  bills. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  fin  and  frame; 
None   fhall  obtain  admittance  there, 

But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
£  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

Inhere  all  their  names  are  found; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain   (hall  drive 

To  tread  the  heavenly   ground. 

Hymn  106.    Short  Metre.    |>] 

J)ead  to  Jn  by  the  crofs  of  Chrijl,     Rom.  vi.  I,  2,  & 
l       C  HALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 

O  Becaufe   thy  grace  abounds ; 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 
$       Forbid  it,  mighty  God ! 
Nor   let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 
3       We  will  be  flaves   no  more, 
Since  Chrili   hath  made  us   free, 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his   crofs, 
And    bought  our  liberty. 

Hymn  107.     Long  Metre*     [b] 

The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  ;  or,  Chrijl  and  Satan  dl 
enmity.     Gen.  iii.  l,  15,  17.  Gal.  iv.  4.  Col.  ii.  15. 

1  T^VECKIV'D  by  fubtle   fnares  of  hell,  ' 
«L/    Adam   our  head,  our  father,  fell ; 
When    Satan,   in  the  krpent   hid, 
Propos'd   the  fruit  that  God   forbid. 

2  Death  was   the  threatening  ;    death  began 
To  take  poffemo.n  of  the  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the   wound, 
And  heavy  curies  fmote  the  ground. 


B.  I.  Hymn  108,  109.  *1S 

3  But   Sa'an  fauFid  a  worfe  reward; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlafling  hatred  be 

••  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  "The  woman's  feed  fhall   be  my  Son; 
"  He  (hall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done  ; 
"Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
"Thy  malice  racing   at   his  heel." 

5  [He   fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on  ; — at   length  his  Son  appears ; 
Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 
And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo  !  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies; 
But,  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 

And   triumph'd  o'er  the   powers  below.] 

Hymn  I  OS.     Short  Metre.    [*] 

Ckrijl  unfeen  and  beloved,     l   Pet.  i.   8. 

1  *\T^^  ^h  our  mortal  eyes 
JAI    Have  we  beheld  the  Lerd; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And   love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our   Redeemer's   face ; 

Yet,  Lord,   our  inmoil   thoughts  delight 

To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

-3       And  when  we   talle  thy   love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unfpeakable,   like  thole  above, 

And  heaven  begins  below. 

Hymn  109.     Long  Metre.     [b]~ 

The  value  of  Carijl  and  fas   rigkteoufnefs.      Phil,  ii : , 
7.  8,  9. 

1  ^[O  more,    my  God,   I  boift  no  more 
-LN    Of  all  t!ie  duties   I  have  done; 

1   quit   the  hop-s  I  held  before, 
To  truil  the  menu  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What   was  my  gain  I  count  my    lofs ; 
My  former   pride  I  call  my   fname, 
And  nail  my   glory  to  his   crofs. 

I  Yes,   and  I  muft  and.  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fckef 


320  Hymn  110,  ill.  B.  I 

O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake. 
^  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy    throne; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  docit. 


Hymn  110.      Common  Metre.    [«] 

Death  and  immediate  glory.     2  Cor.  v.  l,  5,  $ 

1  r  I  \HERE  is  a  houfe  not   made  with   hands* 

JL     Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  fpirit  waiting  {lands. 
Till  God  {hall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prifon   of  my  clay 

Mull  be  difTolv'd   and  fall; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  be,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for   heaven  ; 
And,  as  an  earneft  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come;" 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 
,5  'Tis   pleafant  to  believe   thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  fee ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flcfh, 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 


Hymn  111.     Common  Metre.    [^:] 

Salvation  by  grace.     Titus  iii.  3,  7. 
i  [T    ORD,  we  confefs  our  numerous   faults, 
-*— *  How  great  our  guilt  has   been  ! 
Foolifh  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And   all  our  lives  were  fin. 

2  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife, 

Forever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns   thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,   fin,   and  fhame.j 

3  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs, 

Which   our  own   hands    have  done; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by   fovereign  grace, 
Abounding   through  his  Son. J 


B.  I. _Hymn  1 12,  IIS.  321 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy-  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin; 
'Tis   by  the  water  and   the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  walh'd   from   fin. 

5  Til   through  the    purcbafe  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The    Saint  is  lent  down  to   breathe 
On  fuch  dry   bones   as  we. 

6  Raii'd  from  the   dead,  we  live  anew; 

And,  juilify'd  by   grace, 
We   (hall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And   fee   our  Father's  lace. 


Hymn    112.      Common  Metre.     [*$] 

The  brazen  Jcrpoit  i    or,  looking  to  jt/us,      John  iii. 

14 — it). 
1    CO  did  the   Hebrew  prophet   ralfe 
O  The   brazen  h:rpen:  high; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
£  u  Look  upw:ard  in  the  dying  hour, 
"  And   live,"  the  prophet  cries  ; 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faitn  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung; 

High  in  the  heavens  he    reigns  ; 
Here  iinners,  by  th'  old  ferpent   (lung, 
Look,   and  forget  their    pains. 

4  When  God's  own   Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  wTorld  revives; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

Hymn  113.     Common   Metre.      [*] 

Abraham's  bltjfing  on   the  G  utiles.     Gen.  xv'ii.  7* 
Rem.  xv.  8.     Mark  x.   14. 
:  T  TOW  large  the  promife!    how  divine, 
XJl  To  Abran'm  and  his   feed  ! 
44  I'll  be  a  G;^d  to  thee  and  thme, 
*'Suppl)ing  all  their  need." 
2  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  Angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 
And   ieals  the  bleflmgs  fure. 


322  Hymn  114,  115.  B.  I. 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
To   our  great   fathers   given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 
4  Our   God,  how  faithful    are  his  ways  \ 
His  love  endures   the  fame ; 
Nor  from   the   promife  of  his  grace 
Blots   out  his  children's  name. 
«** — — — j 

Hymn  114.     Common  Metre.  *  [$r] 

The  fame*     Rom.  xi.    16,  17. 
i  C^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
V_T  To  the  wild  olive  wood; 
Grace  fakes  us  from  a  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  into  good. 

2  With   the  fame  blefiings,   grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 

If  pure  arm1    holy  be   the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be   dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,   Lord, 
And  wafh  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the   parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falvation    come, 
And   numerous  households  meet  at  laft 
In  one  eternal  home. 

Hymn  115.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

CsnviBwn  cf  /in  by  the  lazv.      Rom.  yii.  8,  9,  14,  24, 

1  T    ORD,    how  fec'ure  my  confeience  was, 
-L<  And  felt  no  inward  dread  1 

1  was   alive  without  the    law, 

And  thought   my   fins  were  dead. 

2  My   hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and   bright; 

But,   fince  the   precept  came 
With   a  convincing  power   and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  [My  8u'l*  anpear'd  but  fmall  before, 

Till  terribly  1   faw 
How   perfeft,  holy,  jufi,  and  pure 
Was  thine  eternal    law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  \ 

My   fins  revived  again; 


B.  I.  Hymn  116,  117.  323 

I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.] 

5  I'm   like  a  heiplefs  captive  fold, 

Under   the  power  of  fin  ; 
I  onnot  do  trre  good  I  would, 
Xor  keep   my  confcience   clean. 

6  My   God,   I  cry  with   every  breath 

For  fome  kind  power  to   fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and   deaih, 
And  thus   redeem   the   {lave. 

Hymn   116.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

God  end  our  neighbour.     Matt.   xxii.  i-—*^. 

1  rT^HUS  faih  the   firft,   the   grea:  command, 

JL     "Let  all  thy   inward  powers  unite 
"To  love    thy   Maker  and   thy  God 
"With  utmoft  vigour  and   delight. 

2  "  Then  fin  11   thy  neighbour  next  in   plate 
11  Share   thine  ane£tion   and  efteem  ; 

M  And   let    thy  kindnefs   to  thyfelf 

11  Meafure   and  rule    thy   love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that   Mofes  fpoke, 

did  the   prophets   preach  and  prove; 
For  want   of  this  the   law  is   broke, 
And   the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love. 

4  But  O!  how  bafe   our  pifljjns  arj  i 
How  co'd  our   charity  and  zeal ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls   with  heavenly 
Or   we  (hall  ne'er   perform    thy  will. 

Hymn  117.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

FAcclion  fovtrtig n  and  free .     Rom .  i  x .  2 1  —  ?. \ . 
1  f  jT>  EHOLD  the   potter  and  the  c 

•D  He  forms  his    veflelras  he  pleafe  : 
Such    is   our   God  ;    and    fuch  are    wc, 
The  fubjefts    of  his  juft  decrees. 

rh  not   the  power  c' 

O'er  all   the  ma  Is,   which   part  to  cru 
And  mould  it  tor  a    nobler   end, 
And  which   to  leave    for  viler  ule  ?] 

I  y   not   the  foveieign   Lord   on   1 
Difpenie   his  favours  as  he  will  ; 
Choofe    fome    to  life,  while  others  d  .\ 
And    yet   ;• 


324 Hymn  118, g.  I 

4  [What  if,   to  make  his  terror  known, 
He  lets   his  patience   loug  endure, 
Suffering  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  leal  their  own   deftruclion  fure? 

5  What   if  he  means   to  (hew   his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  moitai  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heavenly  joys  ?} 

6  Shall  man  reply  agarnft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufli  a  thoufand  worlds  to   dud? 

7  But,   O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy   fight, 
Yet  ft  ill,   his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  he  fhnl!  make  his  juflice  known, 
And   the  whole  world,  before  his  throne. 
With  joy  or   terror  (hall    confefs 
The   glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

Hymn  J 1 8.     Short  Metre.     [*$] 

Mo  fas  and  Chrift ;   or,  fin  again fl  the  law  and  gofpcL 

John  i.   17.     Heb.  iii.  3,   ,5,  6,    and  x.  28,  29. 
1       r  I  ^HE  law  by  Mofes  came; 

X    But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name). 
Dcfccnding  from  above, 
a      Amidfi  the  hcufe  of  God 

Their  diff rent  works  were  done  ; 
Mofes  a  f:ii  hful  fcrvant  flood, 
But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  {hicl  obedience  paid  ; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftantls 
The  Sovereign  and  the   Head, 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The   law  that  Mofes  brought, 

Behold  !    how  terribly  he  dies 

lor  his  prefumptuous  fault. 
^      But  forer  vengeance  falls 

On  that   rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  Calls* 

And  dare  refjft  his  grace. 


B.  I.  Hymn  119— 121.  325 

Hymn  1 1 9.     Common  Metre.    L*] 

The  dijcrent  fuccefs  of  the  gofieL      l  Cor.   1.  23,2^ 
2  Cor.  ii.  16.     1  Cor.  iii.  6,  ^. 

1  CHRIST  and  his   crofs  are  ail   our  theme; 
V^  The  myfteries  that  we   fpeak 

Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews'   eftcem, 
And  folly  to  the   Greek. 

2  But  fouls  enlighten' d  from  above, 

With  joy    receive   the   word  ; 
They   fee   what  wifdom,   powej  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  viral  favour  of  h:s  name 

Reftores   their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  pervert!  :he  fame 
To  guilt,   defpair   and   deaih. 

4  Till  God  dlrfufe  his  graces  dowry, 

fhowers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In    vain  Apollos  fows  the   ground, 
And  Paul  may   plant  in    « 

Hymn  120.   Common  Metre,    [#3 

Tan  unfeen.     Hrb.  xi.  1,  3,  8,   to. 

1  TTVAITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
X?    Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 

Breaks  through  the   clouds  of  flefli  and  fenfe, 
And  dwells  in    heavenly  light. 

2  It  lets  times  paft   in  prefent  view, 

Brings  diftant  projects  home, 
Of  things  a  thouland  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years   to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were   mad^ 

By  God's  almighty   word  : 
Abrah'm,   to  unknown  countries  led. 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a   city,  fair  and   high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  alRires  us,   though  we  die, 
That  heavenly  building  {lands. 

Hymn  121.     Common  Metre.  [*Q 

Children  devoted  to  God.       Gen.   xvu.  7,   io-     A£U 

xvi.   14,    15,  33. 

(For  fhofe  who   pratlife  Infant   Baptifin.) 

I  HPHUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

A    "  I'll  be    a  God  to  thee  ; 

D    d 


326  Hymn  122,  123,  B.  U 

"I'll  blefs  thy   numerous  race,  arid  they 
''Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 
I  Abrah'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 
And  gave  his  <bns  to  God ; 
But  water  feals  the  bleffing  now, 
That  once   v^as  feal'd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  fanclify'd  her  houfe, 

When   fiie  receivM  the  word; 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 
His  houfehold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  Eternal  King,. 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace; 

To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 

And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

Hymn   122.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Believers  buried  with  Ckrijl  in  baptifm.    Rom.  vi.  3,  &c. 

1  I^V3  v^  not  know  that  folemn   word, 
-L^  That  we   are  bury'd   with   the  Lord; 
Baptiz'd  into  his   death,   and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive   diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,   and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrill  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan   reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again ; 
The  various  lufts  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

Hymn  123.     Common  Metre,     [fc] 

The  repenting  prodigal,     Luke   xv.  13,  &c» 
i  T>EHOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  luft  and  wine- 
JD  Has  wafted  his  eftate ; 
He  beg!>  a  (hare  among  the  fwine, 
To  tape  the   hufks  they  eat ! 
S  "I  die   with   hunger  here,"  he  cries  > 
**  I   ftarve  in  foreign  lands; 
4t  My    Father's  houfe  has  large  fuppliesy 
"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
g  "I'll  go,   and  with  a   mournful  tongue 
"Jail  down  before  his  faces 


B.J. Hymn  124. 527 

M  Father,   I've   done  thy  juftice   wrong, 
*'  Nor  can    deferve    thy  gr^ce." 
4  He  faid — and  haften'd  to  his  home? 
To  leek  his   Father's  love; 
•The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come, 
And   ail  his   bowels  move. 
§  He   ran,   and   fell    upon  his  neck, 
Embr.^c'd  and  kifs'd   his  {'on; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake, 
For   follies   he  had   done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  .of  mame   and   fin,1' 

(The  Faiher  gives  command) 
"Drefs   him   in  garments  white  and  cfaffl, 
M  Wiih   rings   adorn  his  hand. 

7  "A  day  of  feafting  I   ordain; 

"Let  nvrth   and  joy   abound; 
11  My  Ion  was  dead,  and  lives  ag.iin, 
"  Was  loft,   and  now  is  found." 

Hymn  124.    Long  Metre,    [b] 

The  Jirjc  and  fecond  Adam.      Rom    v.    12>    £::. 
:  T"\EEP  in  the  duft,  before  thy   throne, 

-L/  Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we   own  : 

Great   God!  we  own   thJ  unhappy   name, 

W hence  fprung  our   nature  and  our  fhaine. 
2  Adnm  the  (inner  :    at  his   fall, 

Death,   like  a  conqueror,  fe:zM  us  allj 

A   thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 

By  fatal  union  to   their  head. 
g  But  whilft   our  fpirits,   fill'd  with  a 

Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  ling  ihe  honours  of  thy  grace, 

That   lent  to  lave  our  ruin'd  race. 
4  We  ling  thine  everlafling  Son, 

Who  juin'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 

Adam  the  fecond,  from  the  duft 

Raifes   the  ruins  of  the  fir  ft. 
j  By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 

Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchiefran; 

And  by  one  man's  obedience  now, 

Arc  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 
;*ere   fin   did  reign  and  death  abound, 

There  have  the  Tons  of  Adam  found 


328  Hymn  125,  126.  B.I. 

Abounding  life  ;-"-there  glorious   grace 
Reigns  through  the   Lord   our  righreoufnefs.] 

Hymn  125.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

ChrifCs  compa/Hon  to  the  weak  and  tempted,     Heb.  iv. 

15,   16.  and  v.  7.     Matt.  xii.  20. 
I  "\T7ITH  joy  we   meditate  the  grace 
yV     Of  our  High   Pneft  above; 
His  heart  is   made  of  tcndernefs, 
His   bowels  melt  with   love. 
St  Touch' d   with  a  fympathy  within, 
He  knows   our  feeble   frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean,, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure 

The  great  Redeemer    flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  llcfh 

Pour'd  out   his  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  meafure  feels  a  fie  fa 
What  every  member  bears. 
fi  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  llax, 
But  raile  it  to  a  flame  ; 

The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks. 
Nor  (corns  the   meaneft   nanie.j 
6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 
His   mercy   and  his  power; 

We   fli all  obtain   delivering  grace- 
In  the  diuVifing  hour. 

HyMN  126.      Long  Metre,     [»] 
Charity   and   unckaritablenefs.      Rom.    xiv.    17,   \gr 

1  Cor.  x.   32. 
1  "VTOT  different  food,   nor  different  drefs, 

1  \1    Compofc  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  ; 

But   peace,  and  joy,    and  righteoufnels, 

Faith,  and  obedience   to  his  word. 
<2  When  weaker   Chnftians  we  defpife, 

We   do    ihe  gofpel   mighty   wrong; 

For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 

Receives  the  feeble  with  the  flrong. 
g  Let  pride   and  wrath   be  banifh'd  hence, 
'  l  Meeknefs  and  love  our  foujs  purfue  -9 


B.  i.  Hymn  127,  128.  32^ 

Nor   fhall  oar  pradice  give  offence 
To  faints,    the  Gentile,    or   the   Jew. 

Hymn  127.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

:  itation  to  fnmers?   or,  hum:  Yidi- 

.  28—30. 
J    "pOME  hither,  all   ye  weary  fouls, 
V^    t4  Ye  heavy  laden  finners,  come  : 
11  I'll   give  you  reft   from  all  your   toils, 
...i   raife  you   to  my  heavenly   home 

2  "They  fhall  find  rtfl   that   learn  of  me 
"  I'm    of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
"But  pailion    rages   like  the  fea, 
"And  pride   is    rcftlefs   as  the  wind. 

3  "  Bleft   is  the  man  whofe  moulders   take 
11  My   yoke,   and  bear   it   with  delight ; 
"My   yoke  is   ea(y  to  his  neck, 

M  My   ^rLie  Qui  burden  light." 

4  Jefus,  we   come  at  thy   command  ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and   humble  zeal 
Rcfign  our  fpirki  to  thy    hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy   will. 

— — — •  •  IB. 

Hymn  128.     Long   Metre.    [*] 

The  apcftlcs'  commiJicTf ;  or,  thcgcjpelattcjled  bx  miracU:, 

Markxvi.  15  &c       Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 
1  u  /~*  O,  pre:  the  Lord  ; 

Vj  "  Bid   the  whole  earth  my  grace   receive  ; 
"He  fhall    be  fav'd   that   M  ord; 

"  He  fhall  be  damn'd  thar  eve. 

■'I'll   make  yoflr  £rfat  commiflion   kne    *. 
"  And  ye  (ball   prove  my  gofpel  true, 
"By  all  the  wotks  that  1   have   done, 
"By  all  the  wonders   ye  fhall  do. 
Go  heal   the  fick,   go  raife  the  dc 
"  Go  caft  out   devils  in   my  name; 
"Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
"  Though  Greeks  reproach,  and   Jews  b'afphemeTj 
4  "Teach  all  the  nations  my   cc 

"I'm    with  you  till  the  world  [hall   c 
"  All  power  is   trufled  in   my   hands  ] 
"  I  can  deftroy,  and  1  defend." 
J  He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  his  bead  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode  : 


330  Hymn  129—131.  B.  I. 

— ~ 1 — ,  -  I 

They  to  the  farthcft  nations  fpread 
The   grace    of  their  afcended   God. 


Htmn   129.     Lqng  Metre.     |>] 

Submijion  and  deliverance ;  or,  Abraham  offering  his  fen. 

Gen.  xxii.    6,  &c. 
iQAINTS,  at  your  heavenly   Fathers  word,, 

0  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord ; 
He  fhall  rellore  what   you  refign, 

Or  grant  you  bleflings  more  divine. 
fl.  So  Abrah'm,  with  obedient  hand, 

Led  forth   his  fon  at   God's  command  ; 

The   wood,  the  fire,   the  knife  he  took, 

His  arm  prcpafd  the  dfeadful  ftroke. 
g  "Abraham,  forbear,"  the  angel   cry'd; 

"  Thy  Fa i i hi   is  known,  thy  love  is  trytd  ; 

"Thy  fon  fliall  live,  and  in  thy  feed 

"Shall  the  whole   earth  be  bled  indeed." 
4  Juil   in   the  hift  diftrefling  hour 

The   Lord  difplays  delivering  power ; 

The  mount  of  danger  is  the   place 

Where  we  (hall   lee  furprifing  grace. 

Hymn  130.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Jxv:  anjl  hatred.      Phil.   ii.   2.      Eph.    iv.    30,   &c. 

1  ^f^y  l '?  r^e  bowels  °f  my  God, 

XAI    His  {harp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints, 
By  his  lad  groans,  his  dying  blood, 

1  charge   my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamour,  and   wrath,   and  war  be  gone, 
Etnyy   and  fpite  forever  ceafc ; 

hct  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongft   the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

2  The   Spirit,  like   a  peaceful    dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noile  and  ftrife  ; 
Why  fhould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who   ieals  our  fouls  to  heavenly   life  ! 

4  Tender  and   kincr*  be  all   our    thoughts; 
Through  all  our   lives  let  mercy  run,: 
•So  God  forgives  our   numerous  faults, 
the  dear  fake  of  Chrifi  his  Son. 


»m 


Hymn  13 L    Long  Metre.     [*] 

'-pharifec  and  publican.      Luke  xviii.    *o,  &C» 
"  EHOJLD   how   finners  difagrcc, 
'""he  publican  and  pbarifee; 


B.  I.  Hymn  132,  133.  331 

One  doth  his  righteoufnels  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  bis  guilt  anc  fhime. 

2  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftands, 

And  cries  for  grace  wi'h  lifted   hinds  ; 
That  boldly  rifes   near   the   throne, 
And   talks   of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The   Lord  their  different  language   knowj, 
And  different   anfwers  he   bcftows  ; 

The   humble   foul  with  grace   he  crowns, 
Whilft  on  the  proud  his   anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting   pharilce; 
I  have   no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  liiffermgs  cf  thy  Son. 

Hymn  132.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Holinefsandgro.ee.     Titus  ii.  I0-TI3. 

1  CO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
C5  The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs ; 
So  let  our  works   and  virtues  (hine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus   (hall  we  heft  proclaim   abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  power  ot  fin. 

3  Our  flefli  and  fenfe  muff  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,   luft    and  pride; 

While  juftice,    temperance,   truth   and  love., 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up. 
While  wc  expect   that  bleffcd   hope, 
The   bright  appearance  of  the    Lord, 
And  faith   (lands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Hymn  133.     Common  Metre.    [&] 

Love  and  charity.     1  Cor.   xiii.    2 — 7,    1 

1  T    ET  pharifees  of  high  elleem 
JLi  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 

If  love  be  wanting   there. 

2  Love  fuffers  long   with   patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte ; 

She  lets  the  prefent  injury   die, 

And  long  forgets  the  pad. 


332  Hymn  134,  135.  B.  I. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe   fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  fhe  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [She  nor  defires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time ; 
Nor  lopks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thole  that  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage   by, 

To  feck  her  neighbour's   good; 
So  God's  own  Son  c^me  down  to  di 
And  bought  our   lives  with   blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  power 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more* 
But  faints  forever  love. 

T" ' 

Hymn  134?.     Long  Metre,     [«] 

Religion  vain  without  love,     l  Cor.  xii;    l — 9. 

1  TYAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
XTl  And  nobler  fpcech  than  angels  ufe, 

If  love  be  abfent,   I  am  found 
Like  jinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

2  Were  I  injpir'd   to  preach  and  tell 
All  that   is  dote  in  heaven  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith   the   world   remove, 
Still   I   am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should   I  diftribute  all  my   (lore, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious   name; 

4  If  love  to  God  and    love   to  men 
Be   abfent,  all  my  hopes   are  vain  : 
Nor   tongues,   nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

Hymn  135.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  love  of  Chrijl  Jhed   abroad  in   the  heart.      Epli, 

iii.   16,  &c 
X  /^OME,   dearcft  Lord,  defcend-  and   dwell 

V^   By   faith   and  love   in  every  bread  ; 

Then  mall  we  know,  a«d   tafte,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  canuot  be  cxprefs'd. 


B.  I.  Hymn  136,  137.  333 

2  Come,   ill!  our   heai  :  1   ftrcngtb, 
Make  our  enlarged   fouls  poflefs, 

And  learn  the   height,  awd  breadth,  and   length 
Of  thine   unmeafuiabre  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  power  cm  do 
Mnre  than  our  thoughts  or  wiPaes  know, 
Be   cverlafting  honours  done, 

By  all  the  ch  :rch,   through   (Thrift  his  Son. 

■  ■    '       ■  ■     ■  T 

Hymn  136.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Sincerity  and  h:prcri;    .  •  2  lily   in  zcarjkip. 

John  iv.   24.     Pfalm  exxxht.    23,  24.. 
1  O.OD  is  a  fpiiit,  juft  and  wife, 
VJT  He  fees  our  rnmoft  mind  ; 
In    vain  to  heaven  we   raif:-   our  cries, 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 
£  Nothing  but  truth  before  his    throne 
With  honour   can  appear  ; 
The   painted   hypocrites  are  kr 
Through   the  difguile  r 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  fa  lute  the   Qu 

Their  bending   knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the   iacr: 
Whore   not  the  heart  is  fi  > 

4  Lord,   fearch   a 

And   make   my    foul    ilncere  ; 
Then  0ip.I1  I    (land    before    thy   face, 
!;.nd  acceptance   there. 


Hymn  187.     Long  Metre.     [&] 

Solvation  by  grace  in  Ckrift,     2  Tim.  i.^),  10. 

1  "^TOW  to  the   power   of  God    fupreme 
IN    Be    everlalling  honours  given ; 

He    faves  from   hell,  (we  bleis  his  name) 
He  calls  our   wanderiug  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for   our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace. 
He  works  fetation  in  our  beans. 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpofe  that    b.gun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die; 

He  gave  us   grace  in   Chnft    his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  dairy  Iky. 


334)  Hymn  138,  139.  B.  I. 

4  Jefus,  the  Lord,    appears   at  lad, 

And   makes  his  Father's  couulels   known ; 
Declares  the  gieat   tranfaclions   paft, 
And  brings   immortal  bleffings  down. 

5  He  dies  !   and  in  that  dreadful   rrght 
Did  ail  the  powers  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Rifing,   he  brought  our  heaven  to   light, 
And  took  poffeftion  of  the  joy. 

Hymn  138,     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Saints  in  the  hands  of  Chrijt.    John   x.  28,  29, 

1  T^IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  (lands, 
X?    My  Lord,  my  hope,   my   truftj 

If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'   hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd   to  fave 

The  meaneft  of  his  fheep; 
All   that  his  heavenly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  fhall  e'er  remove 

His  favourites  from   his  bread; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  muft   forever  reft 

Hymn  139.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Hope  in  the  covenant',  or,  God's  promife  and  truth  j«: 
changeable.     Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 

1  T  TOW  oft  have  (in  and  batan  drove 

X~l  To  rend  my   foul  from  thee,  my  God  1 

But  eyerlafting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The   oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 
Eternal   power  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heaven  with  endlefs  praife. 

3  Amidft  temptations  (harp   and   long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear   refuge  dies; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  diong, 
While   tempefts  blow,  and   billows  rife, 

4  The  gofpel    bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  liope, 
In  oaths,  and  piomifes,  and  bloode 


B.  I.  Hymn  140,  141. 335 

Hymn  140.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

A  living  and  a  dead  faith  ;    collecled   from    fevera' 
jcriptures. 

1  TV/flSTAKEN  foals!    that  dream  of  heaven, 
JLVA  And  make  their  empty  boaft 

Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  {laves  to  luft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Chrii>,   the    living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith   tlm  changes  all   the  heart; 

Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  finful  joys   depart, 

And  lifts  the   thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hel: 

By  a  celeftial  power ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  (hall  prevail 
In  the  decifivc  hour. 

5  [Faith  muft  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  truft  his  grace  ; 
A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  (till 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  ftts  us  free, 

He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The   minifter  of  fin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God  : 
Jefus  and  his  falvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood.] 

Hymn  141.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chrijl.       Ifa«    li? 

1—5,     10—12. 

1  \X7*HO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 

V  V     Or  thy  falvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm,  Almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy   Son. 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief : 

Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion,  grief. 


336 Hymn  142. RJL 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And    treated    him   with   ('corn; 

But  'twas  their  griefs    upon  him  lay, 
Their  for  rows  he   has    borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  (tubborn  Jews, 
And    Gentiles,  then  unknown, 

The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft  beloved  Sou. 

5  "  But   I'll  prolong  his   days, 

44  And   make   his  kingdom   iland  ; 
"My  plcafure,"   faith  the  God  of  grace, 
"  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  ["  His  joyful  foul  (hall   fee 
44  The    purehafe  of  his    pain, 

"And  by   his   knowledge   juftify 

44  The  guilty   fons   of  men.] 
*fi      ["Ten  thoufand  captive  (laves, 

**Reltas'd  from  death  and  (in, 
"  Shall  quit  their  piifons  and  their  graves, 

44  And   own  his  power  divine.} 
8       [*4  Heaven   (hall  advance  my  Son 

44  To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
""Who  faw  the  follies   men  had  done, 

44  And  bore  their  fins,    and   dy'd."J 

Hymn  142.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

The  fame.     Ifa.liii.6~12. 

1  .     T    IKE  Iheep  we  went  aft  ray, 

X-J  And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different   way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was   the  hour, 
When   God  our  wanderings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance   pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious   was  the   grace 
When   Chrift   futtaind  the   ftroke  ! 

His  life  and   blood  the  Shepherd   pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His   honour  and  his  breath 
Were  taken   both  away  ; 

Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 


B.I. HrMW  143. 337 

5  But  God  (hall  raife   his   head 
O'er  all  the   Tons  of  men, 

And  make   him   fee  a  numerous  feed> 
To  recompenfe  his   pain. 

6  "HI   give  him,"  faith  the  Lordr 
"A  portion   with   the  ftrong ; 

M  He   fhall  pofTefs   a   large   reward, 
11  And   hold   his  honours   long." 

Hymn   143.     Common  Metre,      [b] 

Characlers    of    the  children    of    God;    from     fevcral 
fcriptures. 

1  A  S  new-born  bahes  defire  the  bread, 
XjL  To  feed,   and  grow,  and  thrive; 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafte, 

And  by   the  gofpel  live. 

2  [With  inward  gull  their  heart  approves 

All  that  the  word  relates; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all   the  flattering  baits  on  earth 

Can  make   them   flaves   to  luft ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heavenly  birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the   duft. 

4  Net  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufc 

Shall   bind  their  fouls  to  vice; 
Faith,   like  a  conqueror,  can   produce 
A  thoufand   victories.] 

5  [Grace,    like  an  uncorrupted   feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles   forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 

6  [Not  by    the  terrors  of  a  (lave 

Do   they   perform   his  will ; 
But  with  the  noblcft  powers  they   have 
His   fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  accefs,  at  every   hour, 

To  God,   within  the  vail  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy   fculs !  O  glorious  ftate 

Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fo  near  rheir  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face. 
£  e 


336  Hymn  144,  145.  B.  I. 

-  ■■  '  "  ■"■    m  • 

9  Lord,   I    addrels   thy  heavenly    throne ; 
Call    me  a  child    of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the   Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form   my  heart  divine, 
lb  "There  fhed  thy   choiceft  loves  abroad, 
And  make  mv   comfoits  ft  rang  : 
Then   (hall   I   fay,   4|  My  Father   God," 
With  an   unwavering    tongue. 

Hymn  144.      Common  Metre.     [$$] 

The  witnejfing  and  fcaling  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14,  16. 

Eph.  i.   13,   14. 
1   \X7'HY   fhould  the  children  of  a   King 
VV      Go  mourning  all   their   days? 
Great  Comforter,  defcend   and  bring    1 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
p.  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 
And  feal    the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  hanifh  my  complaint, 
And  ihew  my  fins  forgiven  ? 

3  Allure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  hear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That   I  am  bom  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  eatneft  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  thy  foft  wings,  celefrial  Dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me   home. 

Hymn  145.     Cgmmon  Metre.     [&] 

thrift  and  Aaron ;    taken  from   Heb.  vii.  and  bb 

1  TESUS,   ill  thee  our  eyes  behold 
J    A  thoufand  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  polinYd  gold 
The  ions  of  Aaron   wore. 

2  They  firft  their  own  burnt-offerings  broagh\ 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fin; 
Thy  life  was  pure   without  a   (pot, 
And  all   thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Frefh  blood,  as  conflant   as  the  day, 

Was  on   their  altar  fpilt; 
But  thy  one  offering  takes  away, 
Forever,  all  our  guilt.] 
/t  [Their  priefthood  ran  through  feverai  ha! 
For  mortal  was  lh?!r  race  j 


B.  I. Hymn  146. 339 

Thy  never-changing  office  Hands 
Eternal  as  thy   days.] 

5  [Once,   in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,   bm  new:  Tiis  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail   appears 
Before  the   golden  throne. 

6  But  (Thrift,   by  his  own  powerful  blood* 

A  fee  rids  above  the  flues, 
And  in  the   prefence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  fac-rifice.j 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  Gfery,  reigns 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill, 
Looks  like  a  Lamb   that  has  been  ftai^ 
And  wears  his  priefthood  dill. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  Intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the   Father's  grace. 

Hymn    146.    Long  Metre.     [*] 

Characters  of  Chrijl  borrowed  from  inanimate  thingp 
in  fcripture. 

1  [/^  O,  worlhip  at  Immanuer's  feet, 

VJ  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet! 
Earth    is   too   narrow  to  expreis 
His  worth,  his  glory,   or   his  giace.] 

2  [The  whole   creation  can  afford 

But  fome   faint  fhadows  of  my   Lord; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Mud  mingle  colours  not   her  own.] 

3  ris  he  compart]  to  wine  or  bread? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  (cd  : 
That   flefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heavenly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he   a  tree  ?  The   world  receives 
Salvation   from  his  healing   leaves  : 

That   righteous   branch,    that   fruitful  Doughy 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he   aflume, 

The  rallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  [Is  he  a  vine?  His  heavenly  root 
Supplies  lhe  boughs  with  life  ami  fruit; 


3*0 Hymn  146. BJL 

()  let  a   lading  union  join 

My    foul    to  Chrifl,  the  living  vine  !] 

7  [Is  he  the  head?  Each  member  lives, 
And  owns   the  vital  powers  he  gives; 
The   faints  below,   and  faints  above., 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit    and  his   love,] 

8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  barhe, 
And  heal   the    plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
Thefe  waters  ail   my   foul    renew, 

And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too\J 

g  [Is  he  a  fire?  He'll  purge  my  drofs; 
But  the  true  gold  fuflains  no  lofs; 
Like  a  refiner  (hall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

Jo  [Is  he  a  rock?  How  firm  he  proves! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves ; 
Yet  the  fweet  ft  reams  that  from  him  flow, 
Attend  us  all   the  defeu   through.] 

ji  [Is  he  a  way?  He  leads  to  God; 
The  path  is   drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk,  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a  door  ?  Til  enter  in  : 
Behold  the  paflures  large  and  green ; 
A  paradife — divinely    fair; 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there. J 

13  [Is  he  defign'd   a  corner-ftone, 

For  men  to  build  their  heaven  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell   lelow.J 


>4  [Is  he  a   temple  ?   I   adore 

rh1   indwelling  inajefty  and  powe; 
And  dill   to  his  moll   holy   place, 


Whene'er  I  pray,  Til  turn  my  face.] 
15  [Is  he  a  flar  ?  He  breaks   the   night, 

Piercing  the  (hades  with  dawning    light  ; 

I  know  his  glories   from   afar, 

1  know  the  bright,  the  moming-flar.] 
s6  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  His  beams  are   grace, 

His  couife  is  joy   and  righteoulnefs  ; 

Nations  rejoice,   when  he  appears     , 

To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears„5 


B.I. Hymn  149. 343 

Divinely   kind, 

Divinely   true. 
7  At   length   the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
Kis  awful   throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the   rebels  far 
prom  favourites  and  friends  : 

Then   fhall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  Ins   love. 

Hymn  149.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

The  qffces  of  Chrift ;  from  feveral  fcriptures. 

1  TOIN   all  the  names  of  love  and  power, 
J    That  ever  \nen  or  angels  bore; 

All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  fet  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

2  Bat  O,  what  condefcending  ways 

He  takes  to  teach  his  heavenly  grace  ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he   bears  to  me. 

3  [The  "  Angel  of  the  covenant"  ftands 
With  his    commiflion   in   his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  the   great  falvation   known.] 

4  fGrent  Prophet !  let   me   blefs  thy   name  ; 
fey  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came, 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,   of  hns  forgiven, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and   peace   with  Heaven.] 

5  [My  bright   Example,    and  my   Guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide; 

0  let  me  never  run  affray, 
Nor  follow  the   forbidden  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd — he  (ball  keep 
My  wandering  foul  amongft  his   flieep; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  lambs.] 

7  [My  Surety   undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws; 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 

S  [Jcfus,   my  great  High  Priefl,   has  dy'd— 

1  feek  no  facrifice  bcOde; 


344 HYMN  150. B.  I. 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone. 
And  now   he  pleads  before   the  throne.] 
c;  [My    Advocate  apr>ecirs   on  high — 
The   Father  lay.s   his  thunder   by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can   fay, 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  [My  Lord,   my  Conqueror,  and  my  King, 
Thy   fcep:re  and  thy  lword   I  ling  ; 
Thine  is  the  victory,   and  I  fit 

A  joyful   fubjeel  at  thy  feet.] 

11  [Afpirc,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds  ; 
The   Captain  of  Salvation    leads  ; 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obftrucl.  the  way.] 

}2  [Should  death,  and   hell,   and   powers  unknown 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 
I  (hall  be  fafe;    for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more   fovereign  ways.] 


Hymn   150.     Hallelujah  Metre.     [*] 

The  fame. 
^  1    TOIN  all   the  glorious  names 
J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever   mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth, 
Too   mean  to  fet 
My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe 

To  teach  his  heavenly  grace  • 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  [Array'd  in  mortal  flefli, 
He,   like  an  angel,  (lands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands: 

Commiflion'd  from 
His   Father's  throne, 
3  o  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known.] 


B.  I.  Hymn  147,  143. 34i 

:'7  [O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher   fides, 
Where  ftorms  and  darknels   never  rife  ! 
There  he  difplays  his  pexvers  abroad, 
And  mines  and  reigns  th'  Incarnate   God.-^ 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  (iars, 
Nor  heaven   his  full  refemtdance  bears; 
His  beauties   we  can  never  trace, 
Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

Hymn  147.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

The  names  and  titles  of  Chrifi ;    from  feverai  icripturc:. 

1  [,r~TTS  from  the  treafuies  of  his  word 

i-    I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord ; 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  Gjpply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with   undiminiflrd  rays; 
Th*  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 

The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  Kings,  the   Lord  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own   name  upon   his  thigh  : 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks   the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt   nor  move, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injured   love  ; 

wakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 
And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  JBut  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  atTumes! 

"  Light  of  the  world  and  Life  of  men  r 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He  a£ls  the  Mediator's  part ; 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appear*, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  laints  in  full  fruition  prove 

His  rich   variety  of  love. 

Hymn  148.     Hallelujah  Metre.     [*] 

The  fame, 
1  [\ X  7ITH  cheerful    voice  I  fmg 
\  V    The  titles  of  my  Lord, 


342 Hymn  148. B.I, 

And    borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word. 

Nature  nor  art 

Can  e'er  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majefty. 

2  In   Jefus  we   behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining   forever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays* 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne*] 

3  The  fovereign  King  of  Kings, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  mod   high, 
Writes  fas  own  name  upon 
His   garment   and   his  thigh. 

His  name  is  call'd 
"  The   Word  of  God," 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
The  injuries  of  his  love  j 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions   roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What   titles  he  aflumes : 

44  Light  of  the  world. 
"  And  Life  of  men  ;" 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Thofe  names  in  vain. 

6  Immenfe  compaflion  reifjns 
In  our  lmmanuel's   heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  ad 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend, 
Aud  brother  too; 


S.  I. Hymu  15Q. .345 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  biefs  thy  name.; 
By   thee  ihe  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  ; 

The  joyful   news 

Oi  fins   forgiven, 

Of  hell  fulxlu'd, 

And  peace   with  Heaven.] 

5  [Be  thou  my  Counfellor, 
My  Pattern  and  my   Guide; 
And  through  this  defert  land 
Sri  11  keep  me  near  thy  fide, 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray, 
Nor  rove,   nor  leek 
The  crooked  way  !] 

6  [I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice; 
His  watchful   eyes   fhall  keep 
My  wandering  foul  among 
The   thoufands  of  his  fheep : 

He  feeds   his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names  ; 
His  bofom   bears 
The  tender   lambs.] 

n  TTo  this   dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  cauie ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  foul 

At   freedom  fet  I 

My  Surety  paid 

Ihe   dreadful  debt.] 
8  TJefus,  my  great  High  Prierl^ 
Ofter'd  his  blood,   and  dy'd  : 
My  guilty   conlcience  fjeks 
No  lacrihce  befide. 

His  powerful  blood 

Did  once   ator.e; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before   the   throne.] 
-9  [My   Advocate  appears 
For  my   defence   on  hi^h., 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 


34G  Hymn  150.  B.  I* 

"■  >>  '  '  '         '  ■    "  ■  ■  >m 

Not  all  that  hell 
Or  fin  can   fay 
Shall  turn    his   heart, 
His  love  away. 

dear  almighty  Lord, 


Conqueror  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fwora, 
Thy  reigning  grace,  I   fingi 

Thine  is   the  power; 

Behold   I  fit 

In    willing  bonds 

Beneath  toy  feet.] 
1 1  [Now   let  my  foul  arife, 

And   tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqucft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Though  death   and  hell 

Obftruct.  the  way.] 
£2  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  powers  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moll   dreadful  forms 
iOi  rage  and  mifchief  on, 

I  (hall   be  fafe; 

For  Chri&   difplays 

•Superior  power 

And  guardian  grace* 


jE&p  07  t;ie  .first  book. 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

BOOK  II. 

COMPOSED    ON    DIVINE    SUBJECTS. 


Hymn   I.     Long  Metre.     [#c] 

A  Jung  cf  praj'c  to  God. 

1  ^[ATURE,    with  ail  her  powers,   (hall  ling 
JA    God  the  Geator   and   the   King  ; 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,    nor   fk'es,   bof  leas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their    praife. 

2  Begin  to  make   his  glories  known, 
Ye   feraphs,   that  fit  near  his  throne  ; 

Tune   your  harps  high,    ai  he  found- 

To  the  creation's   ui-moft  b 

3  [All   mortal   things   of  meaner  frame 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  n 

Whilft  with  our  fouls,   and   with  our  voice, 
We  fing  his   honours  and  our  joys.j 

4  [To  him    be  facred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young   cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Our  lips  (hall    his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  every  word  a  miracle.] 

£  [Thefe  Wellern  (hores,  our  native   land. 
Lie  fafe  in   the  Almighty's   hand  : 
Our  foes  of  victory  dream  in   vam, 
And   wear  the  captivating  chain.] 

6  Raife   monumental  praifes  high 

To  Him  who  thunders  through  the  fky. 
And,   with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Sfcakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  dowa* 


348 HVmm  %  3. B. 

7  [Pillars  of  lading  brafs   proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  Eternal    Name; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the-  God  of  war. J 

tf  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieff,   thoughts  and  loude.fr  fangs  ; 
Let  there  be   fung,    with  warmeft  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand   tongues. 

9  [Yet,  mighty   God,   our  feeble  frame 
Attempts   in  vain  to  reach  thy  name; 
The  ftrongefl  notes  that  angels  raife, 
Faint   in  the  worfhip   and  the  praife.] 

Hymn  2.     Common  Metre.     [0^ 

The  death  of  a  /inner, 

1  IVT^  t^ou8nts   on  awful  fubjecls  roll, 
-IVJl  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors   feize   the  guilty   fcul 

Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Lingering  about  thefe  mortal  fhores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay ; 
Till,  like  a   flood  with  rapid  force, 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  (lie  defcends 

Down  to   the   fiery  coaft, 

Amongfr  abominable  fiends; 

Hcrlclf  a  frighted  ghoft. 

4  There  endlefs  crowds  of  flnners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  ; 
Tortur'd  wjth  keen   defpair,  they   ciy» 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all   their  anguifh  and  their  bk>Otl 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  comi»ffion  of  a  God 
Shall   hearken   to  their   groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that    kept  my  breath. 

Nor  bid  my  foul   remove, 
Till  I   had   Icarn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And   well   infur'd   his   love! 

Hymn  3-     Common  Metre.     [>] 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint. 
l  "\X7"HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
VV     Or  fiitfke  at  death's  alarm*  : 


B.  II. Hymn  4. 349 

'Tis   but  the  voice  tha:  Jefus  fends, 
To  call   them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not    tending  upward   too, 

As  fad   as  time   can  move  ? 
Nor   would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There   th~  dear  flefli  of  Jefus  lay, 

And   left   a   lorig  per 
4 The  graves  of  all  the   faints  he  bleft, 

And  foften'd  every  bed  : 
Where   fhould  the  dying  members  reft, 

But  with  their   dying  head  ? 

5  Thence    he  arofe,   afcended  high, 

.  QiewM   our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to   the    Lord  our  fouls  {hill   fly, 
At  the  great   rifmg  day. 

6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  : 
Awake,    ye  nations   under  ground  ; 
Ye  :end   th:  fkies. 

Hymn  4C     Long  Metre.     [«] 

ition  in  the  crofs. 

1  TTERE   at  thy  crofs,   my  dying    God, 
XJL  I  lay  my  foul   beneath   thy    love, 
Beneath  the   droppings  of  thy    blood, 
Jefus  !    nor  fhall  it   e'er  remove. 

2  Not   all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor   hell   fhall  fright  my  foul   away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confplre  to  drive  me  hence, 
Movelefs   ;;nd  firm    this  heart  mould   lie  : 
Refolv'd   (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I   mud  perim — here  to   die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my   Lord,   and  calm   my  fear ; 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  fhade  ? 

Thy  vengeance   will  not  firike  me  here  ; 
Xor  Satan  dare  my  foul   invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath   thy  blood, 

:  all  my  foes   fhall  lofe  their  aim  :. 
f  t 


350 Hymn  5,  6, B.  II. 

Holanna  to  my  dying  God ; 

And   my  beft    honours   to  his   name. 


Hymn  5.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

Longing  to  praift  Chrifi  better. 

1  T    ORD,   when  my  thoughts   with  wonder  roll 
-1-J    O'er   the  (harp  forrows   of  thy   foul, 

And  read   my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd   and  honour'd  by   thy  crofs  ; 

2  When  I   behold   death,  hell,   and  fin, 
Vanquim'd  by   that  dear   blood  of   thine, 
And   fee    the   Man,  that   groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious   by  his  Father's  fide; 

3  My  paflions  rife   and  foar  above  : 

I'm  wing'd  with   faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  ; 
Fain  would  I   reach   eternal  things, 
And   learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  fings. 

4  But  my   heart  fails,   my   tongue  complains. 
For   want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  ; 

And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Falls  far  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind   minute,  mud  appear, 
When  we  (hall  leave   thefe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay— and   mount  on  high, 
To  join  the   fongs  above   the   fky. 

Hymn  6.     Common  Metre.       O] 

A  morning  Jong. 
t  #^\NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
\J  Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,   my   voice,    thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  fkies. 
S.  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The   day  renews   the   found, 
Wide  as   the   heaven  on  which   he  fits. 
To  turn  the  fcafons   round. 
.3  'Tis  he  fupports  my   mortal  frame  ; 
My  tongue  (hall   fpeak  his   praife; 
My   fins   would  roufe  his  wrath   to  flame. 
And  yet  his   wrath  delays. 
4  [On  a   poor  worm  thy  power  might   tread. 
And  I  could  ne'er  withftand  : 
Thy  juftice  might  have  cruflvd  me   dead. 
Suit  mercy  held  thy  hand. 


B.  II. Hymn  7,  8. 351 

5  A   thoufand   wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the   laft  ferting  fun  ; 
And  yet  thou  lengthened  out  my  thread, 
And   yet  my   moments  run.j 

6  Dear  God,  let  all   my   hours  be  thine, 

Whiift  I  enjoy  the  light; 
Then  (hall   my   fun    in  fmiles  (tecline, 

And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 
■■  ■■  i        ■  .   ■  ■  ■  ■  ■» 

Hymn  7.     Common  Metre.     [*} 

An  evening  fing. 
i  [THREAD   Sovereign,  let  my  evening  fong 
-LJ  Like  holy  incenfe  rife  : 
Aflift  the   offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  flues. 
^  Through  all   the    dangers  of  the  day 
Thy  hand  was  flili  my  guard  ; 
And  tlill   to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd.] 
2  Perpetual   bleffings  from  above 
Encompafs  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my   Creator  found! 

4  What  have  I   done  for  him  who   dy'd 

To  fave   my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are   my   follies  multiply'd, 
Faft  as   my  minutes  roll  ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart    of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  crofs   I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace    my  foul   refign, 

To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 
g  Sprinkled  afrefh  with   pardoning  blood, 

I   lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

Hymh  8-     Common  Metre.    [*} 

A  hymn  for  morning  or  evening. 
l  TTOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful   found, 
JLA  To   God's  upholding  hand ; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet   fecure   we  fland. 
x,  That  was  a  mcfl  amazing  power 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 


352 Hymn  9, B.  II, 

And   every    day,   and  every  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  evening  refls  our  weary  head. 

And   angels  guard  the    room; 

We   wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  aflure 

That  we  (kali  end   the  day; 
For  death  {lands  ready  at  the   door 

To  (hatch  our  lives   away. 
£  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  (in 

To   God's  revenging   law  : 
We   own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  every  gafp  we  draw. 
6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 

Beneath  his  {hady  wings. 

Hymn  9.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Godly  /arrow  arifing  from  the  fujferings  of  CkriJL. 
X     A  LAS!    and  did  my  Saviour  bleed! 
JTjL  And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  iuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 
e  [Thy  body   flain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine, 
And  bath'd  in  its   own   blood, 
While,  all  expos' d  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  Sufferer  ilood !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  1  had  done, 

He  groan' d  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !    grace   unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And   iimt  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,   dy'd 
For  man,"  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face. 

While  his   dear  crol's  appears, 

Diffolve  my   heart  in  tjiankfulnefs, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  ot  love  I  owe  : 


B.  II.  Hymn  10,  11.  353 

_  

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfeif  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I   can  do. 

Hymn  10.     Common  Metre,    [b] 

Parting  with  carnal  joys. 

1  AiTY  foul  forfakes  her  vain   delight,. 
1VJL   And  bids   the  world  farewell ; 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 

And  mifchievous  as   hell. 

2  No  longer  will   I  afk  your  love, 

Nor  leek   your  friendfhip  more ; 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within   your  power. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 

That   fuits  my    large   defire ; 

To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  rehVd, 
Still   fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere, 

The  glorious  and   the  great, 
Brings  his  own  all-fufficience  there. 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the   pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heavenly   road; 
There  fits  my  Saviour,  drefs'd  in  love* 
And   there  my   fmiling  God. 

Hymn  11.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  fame. 

1  T    SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 
A   Away,   ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Falfe  as  the   fmooth   deceitful  fea, 
And   empty  as  the  whiflling  wind. 

2  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair; 
And  whilft  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 

Your  dreams  had  e'en  convcy'd  me  there. 
%  Lord,   I  adore   thy  match lefs  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  aby fs; 
That  drew  me  from  thofe  treacherous    f 
Ipd  bade  me  feek  fuperior  bli 

F    f   2 


354  Hymn  12,  13.  B,  IL 

4  Now  to  the  fhming  realms  above 

I  itretch   my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes; 

O   lor  ihe  pinions  of  a   dove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  ikies! 
$  There,  from  the   bofom  of  my   God, 

Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll  : 

There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 

And  drown  the  forrows  of  my    foul. 

Hymn  12.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Chriji  is  the  fubftance  of  the  Levitical  priejlhood. 
l  ^HE  true  Mefliah  now  appears, 
A    The   types  are  all  withdrawn : 
So  fly  the  ihadows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 
s  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flaim 
Iucenfe  and  fpice,  of  coilly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his   veft, 
When   God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  offering  and  the  pried.  ' 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flelh,  to  mow 

The  wonders  of  his  love; 

For   us  he  paid  his  life   below, 

And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  u  Father,"  he  cries,    "  forgive  their  fins, 

"For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd;"' 
And  then  he  mows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

Hymn  13.     Long  Metre.     O] 

The  creation t  prefervation,   dijjolution,   and  reft oration 
of  this  to -j rid. 

1  CING  to  the   Lord,  who  built  the  fkies, 
O  The  Lord,  who  rear'd  this  (lately  frame; 
Let   all  the  nations  found   his  praife, 

And   lan<ds  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He   formM   the  feas,  and  fram'd  the  hills. 
Made   every  drop,   and  every  duft; 
Nature  and  time,  with  all   their  wheels, 
And   put  them  into   motion  firft. 

3  Now   from   his   high  imperial   throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres; 


B.  II. Hymn  14,  15. 35S 

He   bids  the   Aiming  orbs  roll  on, 
And   round   he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus   (hall  this  moving  engine   lad, 
Till   all  his  fainrs  are  gather'd  in  : 
Then  for  the   trumpet's  dreadful  blafr, 
To   make   it  all   to  duft  again. 

5  Yet,  when  the   found  mail   tear  the  fries, 
And  lightning   burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may   lift  your  joyful   eyes, 
There's   a   new  heaven  and  earth  for  you. 

Hymn  14.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

The  Lord's  day ;  crt  delight  in  ordinandi, 
i      TX7ELCOME,  tweet  day  of  reft, 
V  V     That  faw  the  Loid  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The   King  Tiimfelf  comes  near, 
And  feafts  his   faints  to-day; 

Here  we   may  iit,   and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One   day  amidft  the  place 
Where   my  dear  God  hath  been, 

Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 

Of  pleafurable  fin. 
|       My  willing  foul  would  (lay 

In   f  jch   a  frame  as   this ; 
And   lit  and   Ting  herfeif  away 

To   everlafting   blifs. 

Hymn  15.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The   enjoyment  of  Chrijl ;    or,    delight  in   worjkip* 
l  T^AR  from  ray  thoughts,   vain  world,    be  gc 

-I-     Let  my   religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my   Saviour  fee— 

I  wait  a  vrfit,   Lord,   from  thee  ! 
f,  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 

And  kindles  with  a  pure  deli  re  : 

Com^,   my  dear  Jefus,  from   above, 

And  feed  my  foul  with  heav«ily  love. 
3  TThe  trees  of  life  immortal  (land 

In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand  ; 

And,   in   fweet  murmurs  by  their 

Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 


S56  Hymn  16,  17.  B.  H. 

4  Hade  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring   down   a  tafle  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

5  Bleis'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  I 
Never   did  angels  tafte   above 
Redeeming  grace   and  dying  love. 

6  Hnil,  great  Immanuel,   all  divine! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine : 
Thou   brignteft,    Iweeteft,    faireft  One, 
That  eyes  have  feen,   or   angels  known! 

Hymn  16.      Long  Metre.    [*] 

Part  the  jaond. 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  heaven  of  faving  grace 
X-J  Shines  through  the   beauties  of  tny  face. 
And  lights  our  paflions  to  a  flame  ! 

Lord,    how  we  love   thy  charming  name. 

2  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  1  can  feel  thy  glories  fhine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great* 

3  While   fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and   fouls  employsj 
Here  we  could  fit,  and  gaze   away 
A  long,    an   everlafting  day* 

4  Well,   we  fball  quickly  pafs  the  night. 
To  the  fair  coafts  of  perfeel  light; 
Then  mail  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er   the  dear  objeel  of  our  love. 

5  [There  fhall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs. 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees ; 
Yet  now  and  then,   dear  Lord,   bellow 

A  drop  of  heaven  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hanrf, 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land ; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 

A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee.] 

Hymn  17.     Common  Metre     OQ 

God's  eternity. 
ISE,  rife,  my   foul,   and  leave  the  ground, 
Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  5 


R 


B.  II. Hymn  18, 3£7 

And  roufe  up  every  tuneful    found 
To  praife  th'  Eternal  God. 

2  Long  ere  the  lofty  ikies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  fill'd    his  throne  ; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
The   Maker  liv'd    alone. 

3  His  boundlcfs  years  can  ne'er  decfeafe, 

But   (fill  maintain  their  piimej 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  tver  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  ride  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  the  paft, 

He   rll  is  his  own  immortal  nou\ 

And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft   perifti  too, 

And  vaft  deflruftion  come  ; 
The  creatures — look  !    how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 

6  Weil,    let  the   fea  fhrink  all    away, 

And   flames  melt  down  the  fkies, 
My  God  (hall   live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  old  creation   dies. 

Hymn  18.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  minijlry  of  drtgels. 

1  TTIGH  on  a  hill   of  dazzling   light, 
■LjL  The  King  of  Glory    lpreads  his  fear, 
And   troops  or  angels,  ltretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

S  ••  Go,"  faith  the  Lord,   "my  Gabriel,  go, 
44  Salute   the  virgin's  fruitful   womb! 
"  Make  hade,   ye   cherubs,   down  below, 
V  Sing  and  proclaim — the  Saviour's  come.*' 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves    the  fkies, 
And  thick  around  Elifha  {lands; 
Anon  a  heavenly   foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  "chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged   troops,  O  God  of  Hofls, 
Wait  on  thy   wandering  church  below; 
Here  we  are  failing   to  thy  coafts, 

Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  corner 


358 Hymn  19,  20,  B.  IL 

With  cheerful   hafte  obey   thy   word, 
And   guard   thy  children  to  tfieir   home. 

Hymn  19.     Common  Metre.     [*} 

Our  bodies  frail,  and  God  our  preferver. 
t  T    ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be# 
l—*  Nor  death  nor  danger   fear  ; 
But   we'l/  confefs,   O  Lord,  to   thee, 
What   feeble   things  we  are. 

2  Eicfh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  (land, 

And   flourim  bright   and   gay; 
A  biafting  wind  i weeps   o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away, 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies,   if  one   be  gone ; 
Stpange  !    that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in    tune   fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frames 

The  God  who   built  us  firft ; 

Salvation  to  th*  Almighty   Name 

That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft. 

5  [He  fpake — and  ftraight  our  hearts  and  brains^ 

In  all  their   motions,  rofe; 
*;Let  blood,"   faid  he,  "flow  round   the  veins," 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows* 
§  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  we'll   adore ; 
His   Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs. 
Or   they  would   breaihe  no  more.] 
-rr— ■ ' ~— 

Hymn  20.     Common  Metre,   [b] 

Back  fadings  and  returns;  or,  the  incovjiancy  of  our  lovt* 
\->WJYPl  is  my  heart   fo  far  from   thee, 
VV     My  God,   my  chief  delight? 
Why  ate  my   thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no   more  by  night  ? 

2  [Why   mould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove  ? 

Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I   have  tafted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?J 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My   heart   prefumes  I  cannot  lof^ 
The  relim  all   my  days. 


B.  II. Hymn  21. 359 

4  But   ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft, 

The   flattering  world  employs 
Seme  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my   tafte, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,   or  of  art, 

With  fair,  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my   thoughtlefs  hear!*, 
And  thruft   me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then   I  repent,  and  vex  my    foul 

That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 

That  let  a  Savidur  go? 

in'i  promisM  joys  are   tiwn'd  to  p&n, 

And  I  am  drown' d  in  grief; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again,  v 

He  ilies  to  my  relief! 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet   furprife, 

He  draws   with   loving  bands ; 
Divine   companion  in    his   ev^s, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chafe  of  falfe    delight  ! 
Let  me   be  fallen' d   to    thy  crofs, 
Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.] 
ro  [Make  hafte,  my  days,  to  reach   the  goal* 
And   bring  my  heart   to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my    foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breaft  !] 
«■       .....        ■  ...  — _ ,__ — ^ 

Hymn  21.    Long  Metre.     [*] 

A  fong  cf  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer. 
I  T    ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 

-1— '  Of  great  Diana,   and   of  Jove  ; 

But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue 

Is  my   Redeemer  and  his  love. 
e  Behold !    a  God  defcends  and  dies, 

To  fave  my  foal  from   gaping   hell ! 

How  the   black  gulf,  where  Satan  lies, 

Yawn'd   to  receive  me  when   I  fell! 
3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  flood, 

To  drive  me  down  to  end'efs  pain  ! 

But  the  great   Son   propos'd   his  blood. 
d  heavenly  wratb  grew*  mild  again* 


360 Hymn  22,  23.  B.  IT. 

4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  given  : 
Thy  wondrous   name  (hall  be  ador'd, 
Rounc'    ihe  wide  earth,   a:;d  wider  heaven. 

Hymn  22.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

With  God  is  terrible  majejly, 
l  HPERR1BLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high, 
JL    How  awful  is  thy  thundering   hand ; 
Thy  fiery  bolts,   how    fierce  they  fly  ; 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 
&  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
And   Satan  fell   beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck   the  traitor  through  j. 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  downa 

3  This  Sodom  felt— and  feels  it   flill— 
And  roars   beneath  th*  eternal  load  : 
"With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a   God  ?" 

4  Tremble,  yc  finncrs,  and  fubmit ; 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  •; 
Bend  your  heads  low   beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  ftrong  hand  (hall   crufh  you  down% 

5  And  ye,   blefs'd  faints,  that  love  him   too. 
With  reverence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  all  his  heavenly  fervants  do  : 

God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

Hymn  23.     Long  Metre.     [sQ; 

The  fight   of  God  and  Chrift  in  heaven, 

1  "P\ESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 
JL/ Stoop  down,   and   take  us  on  thy  wings  5 
And  mounts  and  bear  us  far  above 

The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond   this  lower  fky, 
Up   where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,    a  pleafing  fight 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  fits   our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
ClothM  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints   around  him  (land, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him   fall ; 


B.  II. Hymn  24. 36^ 

The    God  mines   gracious    through   the   man, 
And  fheds   fweet  glories  on  them  all  ! 

5  O  what    amazing  joys    they  feel, 
While   to  their  golden  harps   they  Cng  ; 
And  fit    on   ever}-  heavenly   hill, 

And    fpread  the    triumphs   of  their   King! 

6  When   {hall  the  day,   dear  Lord,  appear, 
That   1   {hall   mount   to  dwell    above  ; 
And  ftand  and  bow  among  them  there, 
And   view  thy  face,   and  fing,   and   love  ? 

Hymn  24.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  evil  of  fin  vifible  in  the  fall  of  angels  and  men. 

i  \ 7T7HEN    the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fries, 
VV     And   form'd  all  nature  with  a   word; 
The  joyful   cherubs  tun'd   his  praife, 
Aod   every   bending  throne  ador'd. 

1  High  in   the  midft  of  all  the  throng 
Satan,    a    tall    arch-angel,    fat ; 
Amongfl:  the   morning  (tars    he   fung, 
Till  fin  deftroy'd  his   heavenly   (late. 

3  f'Twas   fin  th it   hurl'd   him    from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling    in    fire,   the  rebel    lies ; 

How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  d-ozvn. 
Son   of  the  morning y  from  the  flies  .'] 

4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
Till   fin  defii'd   the  happy    place  : 
They   loft   their   garden   and  their   God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

5  [So   fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bower, 
And   fpread  deftru&ion  all   abroad  ; 

Sin,  the  curs' d  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoil'd  fix  day's  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fuch  a  foe  {hould  feize  thy  breafl ; 
Fly  to  thy   Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh  !    may  he   flay  this  treacherous  guefl. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
Then   to  thy  throne   our  {houts  {hall  rife  ; 
Thine  everlafling  arms  we  fing, 

For  fin,   the   monfter,  bleed*  and  dies, 
c  g 


362 Hymn  25,  26. B.  Iu 

Hymn  25,     Common  Metre.    [*] 
Complaining  of  ffirituai  Jloth . 
3  TV  >TY  drowiy  powers,    why   fleep  ye  fo  1 
JLVJL  Awake,  my  fluggifli   foul  ! 
Nothing   has  half  thy  work  to  do; 
Yet  nothing's  halt    fo   dull ! 

2  The   little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labour,  and   tug,  and   ftrivc  ; 
Yet   we,   who   have    a  heaven   t'  obtain,. 
How   negligent  we   live! 

3  We,    for  whofe  fake  all  nature  flands,  - 

And  liars  their  courfes  move; 
We,  for  whole   g'jRrd  the  angel  bands 

Come  flying  from   above  ; 
4.  We.  for  whom   G«d   the  Son   came  down* . 

And    laboured  for   our   good  ; 
How  carelefs  to   fecure  <hat  crown 

He    purchased  with  his   blood! 

5  Lord,   fha)l   we   lie   fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'   heavenly    hill, . 
And   fit   and   warm   our  hearts. 

6  Then   fhall   our  active  fpirits  move ; 

Upward   our  fouls   fhall  rife  : 
With   hands   of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 


Hymn  2€.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

God  invifibU. 

1  T    ORD,    we  are  blind,    poor  mortals,  blind, 
-Li  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 

Oh  !    'tis  beyond  a  creature's  mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to   God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone; 
Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly,  . 
Nor  angels  climb   the   toplefs  throne. 

3  The   Lord  of  Glory   builds  his  feat 
Of  gems   incomparably  bright ; 
And   lays  beneath  his   facred   feet 
Subftantial    beams  of  gloomy    night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,    and  cheer   us  from    above  j 
Beyond  our  praiie  thy  grandeur  flics, 
Yet  wc  adore,  and  yet  we  love, 


3.  II.  Hymn  27,  28. 365 

Hymn  27.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

Praife  ye  htm,  all  his  angels.     Pfalm   cxlviii.  2. 

1  /~*  OD  !   the  eternal,  awful  name, 

V_T  That    the   whole    heavenly  3rmy   fears, 
That   (hakes  the  wide  creation'*  frame, 
And   Satan  trembles   when   he  hears. 

2  Like  flames   of  fire  his   Servant*  are, 
And    light    furrounds  his  dwelling-place ; 
Bur,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 

The  brighter   glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch   poor  worms  as  we 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing; 

But  your  immortal   eye*  furvey 

The    beauties   of  your   fovereign   King. 

4  Tell  how  he    (hews    his   fmiling   face, 
And  clothes  alt  heaven  in  bright  array; 
Triumph  and  joy   ru^   through   the  place, 
And    longs  eternal   ns  the  day. 

5  Speak — for  you  feel  his  burning  lore — 
Wnat  zeal   it  fpreacJs   through   all  your  fiame  . 
That  facred   fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we,   on  earth,   have  iofl  the  name. 

6  [Sing   cf  his  power  and  juCice   too; 
That  infinite  right   hand  of  his, 
That  vanquifh'd   Satan  and  his   crew, 

When   thander  drove  them  down  from  blifs.J 

7  What  mighty    florins  of  poifoivd  darts 
Were  huri'd  upon  the  rebels    there! 
What  deadly  javelins  nail'd   their  hearts 
Fait  to   the  racks    cf  long  defpair ! 

8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heavenly  hod  ; 
You  that  beheld  the  linking    foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  ilood  when  they   were    ioft  ; 
Praife  the   rich  grace  that    kept  ye  fo. 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies  ; 
Let  every  difiant   nation  hear; 

And  while  yoa   found   his  lofty   praife, 

Let  humble   mortals   bow  and  fear.l 

1 .    ■■    .    ^  .■  ■ — 

Hymn  28.     Common  Metre,     [bj 

Death  and  eternity, 
i    CTOOP  down,   my   thoughts,   that  us'd  to    i 
•O    Converfe  a  while  with  death  : 


364  Hymn  29,  30.  B.  II. 

Think   how  a   gafpiug    mortal   lies, 
And  pants  away  his    breath. 
sj  His   quivering   lip  hangs  feebly   down, 
His    pulfe   is  faint  and  few  .* 
Then,    fpeechlcfs,   with  a    doleful  groan, 
He  bids   die  world  adieu. 

3  But  oh,   the  foul,   that   never  dies! 

At   once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,    purfue  it  where  it   flics, 
And  track  its  wondrous    way  ! 

4  Up  to   the  courts  where  angels   dwell, 

It  mounts — triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 

In   infinite  defpair! 
£  And    mutt  my  body  faint  and   die  ? 

And  muft    this   foul  remove  ? 
Oh,   for  fome   guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  it  fafe  above ! 
6  Jefus,   to  thy  dear  faithful   hand 

My  naked  foul  I  truft  ; 
And    my  flefh   waits  for  thy  command, 

To   drop  into   my  dud. 

Hymn  29.     Common  Metre.  [*] 

Redemption  by  price  and  power* 

1  TESUS,   with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J    My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  found  aloud   thy  faving   love, 

And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be   the    Lamb,  my   deareft  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his   Father's   flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood ; 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  fent  the  lion  down   to   howl, 
Where  hell   and   horror  reigns. 

4  All   glory   to  the   dying  Lamb, 

And  never  ceafing  praife, 
While  angels    live    to  know    his  name, 
Or  faints    to  feel  his    grace. 


Hymn  30.     Short  Metre.    [#] 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
[/^OME,   we   that   love   the  Lord, 
V^  And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 


IB.  II,  Hymn  31.  s6- 

Join  in  a  long  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 
2      The   forrows  of  the   mind 
Be  banifh'd  from   the  place  : 
Religion   never  was  defign'd 
To  make   our  pleafures  lefs.] 
o       Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing, 

That  never  knew  our   God; 
But  favourites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 
a       [The  God  that    rules   on  high, 
And   thunders  when  he  pleale, 
That   ride*  upon    the  ftormy  fky,' 
And  manages   the  feas.j 

5  This  nwful   God  is   our's, 
Our  Father  and  our  love; 

He  will   fend  down   his  heavenly  power* 
To  carry   us   above. 

6  There  we  (hall  fee  his  face, 
And  never,  never   fin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  gftce, 
Drink  endlefs  pktafurcs  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before   we   rife 
To  that   immortal  ftate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch   an:1. 
Should  conftant  joys   ere.. 
3      [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 
Celeftial  fruits,   on  earthly  ground,^ 
Fiom  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 
-9      [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thoufand  facred  fw 
Before  we   reach   the  heave 
Or  wVik  the   golden   (beets. 
-jo    Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And   every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  grog)    . 
To  fiirer   wurlds   on    high.] 


Hymn  31.     Long  Metre.     [#] 

C'irz/i's   pr  fence  makes   dtath  ea/y. 
1  \17HY   mould   we   ila. :  and  fear    to  die? 
VV    What  timorous  worms  we  mortal)  arc 
G    g  K 


3 SB Hymn  32,  33. B.  II. 

Death   is  the  gate    of  endlefs   joy, 
And    yet  wc   dread  to  enter   there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and   dying  ftrife, 
Fright    our    approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  fhrink   back  again  to  life, 
Fond   of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh !  if  my  Lord   would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  would  ftretch    her  wings  in  hafte, 
Fly,   fearlcfs,   through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel   the    tenors  as  fhe    pafs'd. 

4  Tefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as   downy   pillows  are, 
While    on  his  breaft  I  lean   my  head, 
And   breathe  my    life  out  fweetly  there. 


Hymn  32.     Common   Metre,     [b] 

Frailty  and  folly. 

1  TTOW  fhort  and  hafty  is   our   life  ! 
Jll     How    vaft  our   fouls'  affairs  ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  drive 

To  lavifh  out  their  years. 

2  Our   days  run  thoughtlefsly  along, 

Without   a  moment's  ftay  ; 
Juft   like  a  ftory,   or  a  fong,  „ 

We  pafs  our   lives  away. 

3  God,   from  on  high,  invites  us   home, 

But  we  nnrch  heedlefs  on  ; 

And,   ever  Flattening  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How   we    deferve  the   deepeft  hell, 

That  (light  the  joys   above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  fhould   we  feel, 
That    break   fuch  cords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  O   God,   with  fovereign  grace, 

And   lift  our   thoughts  on  high, 
That  we   may  end   this  mortal   race, 
And  fee  falvation   nigh. 

Hymn  33.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  blrjjcd  Jocicty   in  heaven* 
l   TJ  AISE  thee,    my   foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
IV     Through  every  heavenly   ftreet, 
And   <ay,  There's  nought   below   the  fun 
That's  worthy   of  thy   fcct< 


B.  II. Hymn  34. 367 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on   facred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts  above: 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things, 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneil  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high  majeftic  throne, 

Th*   Almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  fheds  his  glorious  goodnefs  down 
On  all  the  blifsiul  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  the  fun,   the  Saviour  fits, 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon ; 
No   evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-fhining  (kies, 

Behold  the  facred  Dove ; 
While  banifh'd  fin,  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms   of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round   the  throne ; 
And  faints  and  feraphs   fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One. 

7  [But,  oh,  what  beams  of  heavenly  grace 

Tranfport  them  all  the  while! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from   Jefus*  face, 
And  love  in  every  fmile  !] 

8  Jefus,  O   when   {hall   that  dear  day, 

That  joyful   hour,  appear, 
When   I   fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay, 
To  dwell  amongft    them  there? 

Hymn  34.     Common   Metre.     [*] 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit ;    or,  fervency  of  de- 
votion dejired. 

1  pOME,    Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
V-'  With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 

In   thefe  cold  hearts  of  our's. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal   fongs, 

In  vain  we   drive  to   rife  ; 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 


368 Hymn  35,  36.  B.  IL 

4  Dear  Lord  I    and  fhall   we  ever   live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our   love  fo   faint,    fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine    to   us  fo   great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy   Spirit,  heavenly    Dove, 

With   all  thy  quickening  powers; 
Come,  fhcd  abroad   a  Saviour's   love, 
And  that   fhall  kindle  our's. 

Hymn  35.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

Praifc  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption, 

1  T    ET  them  neglecl  thy  glory,  Lord, 
JL-rf  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  long  fhall  ftill  record 

The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  We  ralTe  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  rh'    united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  He    (and  we'll  adore  his  namej 

Who  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Twas  he   reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation   to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna  !  let  the  earth  and   fkies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found ; 
Rocks,  hills,   and  vales  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

Hymn  36.     Short  Metre.     [*J 

Chrijl's  intcrceffion. 
i       T  X  7ELL,  the  Redeemer's   gone 
VV     T'   appear  bet  ore  our  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning   blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down ; 
If  juftice   calls  for  fmners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  {hows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he   moves; 

The  Father  lays  his    thunder  by, 
And   looks,  and  fmiles,  and  lov<s. 


B.  II. Hymn  37. 360 

4  New   may  our  joyful    tongues 
Our  Maker's   honour  fing  ; 

Jefus,   the    Prieft,  receives   our  fongs, 
And    bears  them   to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before    his  face, 
And  found   his  glories  high  : 

M  Hofanna  to  the   God  of  grace, 
44  Who  lays    his   thunder   by.j 

6  M  On  earth   thy   mercy    reigns, 
M  And   triumphs  all  above  ;" 

But,  Lord,    how  weak   are  mortal    drains 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

7  [How  jarring  and  how   low 
Are  all  the   notes  we  fing  ! 

Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our   fongs  anew, 
And   they  {hall    pleafe  the  King.] 

Hymn  37.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  fame. 

1  T    IFT  up  your  eyes   to  th'  heavenly   feat, 
JLrf  Where  your    Redeemer    ftays : 

Kind   Interceffor,    there  he  fits, 
And    loves,   and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 

And   fhed  his  vital    bicod  ; 
Appeas'd   ftern  juflice   on  the  tree, 
And  then   arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and   praife  may   rife, 

And    faints    their   offerings    bring ; 
The   Prieft,  with  his  own   faenfice, 
Prefents  them  to   the  King. 

4  [Let   Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe, 

Their  faints  and   angels  boaft  ; 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  th'  heavenly  hoft.] 

5  Jefus  alone  fhall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne; 
He,  deareft  Lord,    perfumes  my  fighs, 

And   fweetens  every-   groan. 
[Ten  thoufand   praifes  to   the  King; 

Hofanna  in  the    higheft  ; 
Ten   thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits   bring 

To  God,   and  to  his  Chrift.] 


370  Hymn  38—40.  B.  IL 

Hymn  38.    Common  Metre.    [*] 

Love  to   God. 
i   T  TAPPY   the    heart  where  graces  reign, 
AJL  Where  love  infpires  the  bread  ; 
Love   is  the  brignteft  oF  the  train, 
And  ftrcngthens  all   the  reft. 

2  Knowledge — alas !    'tis   all  in  vain, 

And  all    in  vain  our   fear; 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love   be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis   love   that  makes  our   cheerful  feet 

In    fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know  and   tremble  too ; 
But  Saran  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that   lives   and  tings, 

When  faith  and  hope   (hall   ceafe ; 
'Tis  this  (hall  ftrike  our  jovful  firings 

In  the  (weet  realms  of  blifs. 
$  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave   this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us   away 

To   fee  our  fmiling    God. 

Hymn  39.    Common  Metre,    [b] 

The  Jkortnefs  and  mijery  oj  life. 
-1  /^\UR  days,  alas !     our  mortal  days, 
*^  Are  (hort  and  wretched  too  ! 
"  Evil   and   few,"  the  patriarch   fays,    * 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
ft  'Tis  but,  at  heft,  a  narrow  bound, 
That  Heaven  allows  to   men; 
And  pains   and  (ins  run  through   the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  mud   be   fad  ;md  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,   in  hade  ; 
Moments   of  lin  and  months  of  wo, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too   faff. 

4  Let  heavenly  love  prepare   my   foul, 

And   call   her    to  the  fkies, 
Where   years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory   never  dies. 

Hymn  40.    Common  Metre.     [*] 

Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  macL    with  Chrijl* 
.%  f  AUR   God,  how  firm  his  piomiie  (lands, 
**J  E'en  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 


3.  II. Hymn  41,  42. 5n 

He  n  ufts  in  our   Redeemers    hands 
His  glory   and  his  grace. 

2  Then   why,  my  foul,   thefe  fad   complaints, 

Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful   to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful   to   his    Son. 

3  Beneaih    his   fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd, 

And    part  of  heaven  poffefVd; 
I  praife  his  name   for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  truft  him  for  rho   reft. 

Hymn  41.      Long  Metre.     [*]. 

A  fight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world, 

1  [T  IP  to  the  fields  where   angels   lie, 

^    And  living   waters  gently   roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out   and  flyj 
But  fin  hangs    heavy  on  my  foul. 

2  T  hy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  (Thrill, 
Can   make  this  world   of  gui!t    remove  ; 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  when  thou  fly'ft, 
On  thy   kind  wings,  celeftial    Dove  1 

3  Oh  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  fkies  ; 

What   little  things   thefe  worlds  would  be,. 
How  defpicarble  to  my  eyes  !] 

4  Had   I  a   glance  of  thee,    my  God, 
Kingdoms,  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  ; 
Vanifh,  as  though    I    faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim   candle   dies  at  noon. 

5  Then   they   might   fight,  and  rage,    and   rave^ 
I   fhould  perceive  the  noife   no  more 

Than   we    can   hear  a   {baking'  leaf, 
While  rattling   thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great   All   in  All,   eternal  King, 
Let    me  but  view   thy   lovely   face, 

And   all   my   powers   (hall  bow,   and   fing 
Thine   cndlefs   grandeur,  and   thy   grace. 

Hymn  42.      Common  Metre*    [*] 

Dtligkt  in   God. 
i  AyTY   God,    what  endlels   pleafures  dwell 
1VA.  Above,  at  thy   right  hand  ! 
Thy  courts  below,   how   amiable, 
Whore  all  thy  graces  (land! 


372 Hymn  43. K_ll. 

8  The  fwallow  near  thy   temple  lies, 
And   chirps  a   cheerful  note ; 
The  lark    mounts   upward  tow'rd  the    fkics, 
And   tunes   her  warbling  throat  : 

3  And   we,  when  in  thy   prefence,    Lord, 

Do  fhout    with  joyful   tongues; 

Or,  fitting   round  fair  Father's  hoard, 

We   crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 

4  While  Jcfus    fhines  with  quickening  grace, 

We    fine,  and    mount   on    high  ; 
But,   if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,   and   tire,   and   die. 

5  [Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftate, 
Wandering,   fhe   flies  through  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate  : 

6  Juft  fo,  our  thoughts  from  thing    to  thing 

In  reftlefs  circles   rove  ; 
Juft  fo  we   droop,    and   hang  the  wing, 
When  Jefus   hides  his   love.] 

Hymn  43.      Long  Metre.      [*] 

Chrift's  puffer ings  and  glory. 

1  \TOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
1^1  To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  1 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays, 
Tell   loud  the  wonders  he  hatn  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he   left  the   worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love! 

3  [Down   to  this   bafe,  this   finful  earth, 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high; 
He  came   t*  atone  Almighty   wrath — 
Jefus,   the    God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd   around ; 
His   precious  blood   the  monfters   fpilt ; 
While  weighty  forrows   prefs'd  him  down- 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all    our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the   fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th*   Almighty  Captive  prifoner  lay ; 
Th*   Almighty  Captive    left  the  earth, 
And  rofc  to  everlafting  day. 


B.  II. Hymn  44,  45. 373 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ve   Tons  of  light, 
Up   to  his  throne  ot   fhming  grace  ; 
See   what  immortal    glories  fit 
Round  the   fweet  beauties  of  his  face ! 

7  Amongft  a   thoufand   harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus,  the   God,  exalted  reigns ! 

His    (acred  name   fills  all    their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through    the    heavenly   plains  1 

Hymn  44.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Hell;    ory    the  vengtance  of  God, 
i  T  X  7ITH  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong, 
VV     The  dreadful   God  our   fouls  adore; 
Reverence   and   awe  become  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks   the    terrors   of  his  power. 

2  Far   in  the  deep,   where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of   horror  and   defpair, 
Juftice  has   built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  (lores  of  vengeance  there. 

3  [Eternal  plagues,  and   heavy    chains, 
Tormenting    racks,  and  fiery   coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflift  immortal  pains, 
Dipt  in   the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,   the  firft  finner,   lies, 
And  roars,   and  bites  his   iron  bands ; 
In   vain  the   rebel   ftrives  to  rife, 

Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's   race 
Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful   God. 

6  Tremble,   my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son — 
Sinner,   obey  thy  Saviour's  call ; 

Elfe  your  damnation   haftens  on, 

And    hell   gapes  wide   to  wait  your  fall. 

Hymn  45.     Long  Metre.     O] 

God's  condefcenfion   to  our  worfhip. 
1  TPHY  favours,   Lord,   furprife  our  fouls ; 
A    Will  the  Eternal  dwell   with  us? 
What  canft  thou  find   beneath   the  poles, 
To   tempt  thy  chariot   downward  thus  ? 
%  Still  might  he   fill   his  ftarry  throne, 
And  pleafe  his  ears   with  Grabriel's  fongs ; 
H  h 


374  Hymn  46,  47- B.  IL 

But    heavenly    MajeOy  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our   tongues  ! 
4  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine! 
Words  are   but   air,  ;md  tongues  but  clay, 
But   thy  compaflionV  all    divine. 

Hymn  46.     Long  Metje.     [*] 

God's  ccndefcenfion  to  human  affairs. 

1  T  TP  to  the  Lord,   who  reigns  on  high, 
KJ    And  views   the  nations  from  afar, 
Let   everlafting   praifes  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are, 

2  [He  that  can  (hake  the  worlds  be   made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or   with    his  rod; 
His  goodnefs,  how   amazing  great  ! 

And  what  a   condefcendiiig  God  ! 

3  God,   that  rauft  (loop  to  view  the  fkics, 
Aad  bow  to  fee   what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  eanh   he  cafts  his   eyes, 
And  bends   his  footfteps  downward   too.] 

4  He  over-rules   all  mortal  things, 
And    manages  our  mean    affairs  ; 

On   humble  fouls  the  King  of  Kings 
Beftows  his  counfels,  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows  and  our    tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 

And  helps  to  bear  tjfic  heavy  load. 
6'  In   vain  might  lofty  princes   try 

Such   ccndefcenfion  to  perform  ; 

For  worms  were   never   rais'd  fo  high 

Above  their  meaneft  fellow  worm. 
7  Oh  !  could  our    thankful  hearts  devife 

A   tribute  equal   to    thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heaven  our  fongs  mould   rife, 

And   teach   the   golden  harps  thy   praiie. 

Hymn  47.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Giory  and  grace  in  tar  per/on  of  C/injt. 
l  "JVTOW  to  the   Lord   a  nobie   fong  ! 
1^1    Awake,   my  foul  ;  awake,  my  long     , 
Hofanna  to  th'    Eternal    Name, 
And  all  hii  boufrtlleis  love 


B.  II. 1?IM^  *§: ^H 

where  it    fhines    in  Jems'  fr.ee> 

The  brightefl  image  of  his  grace  ; 

God,  in   the  perfon  of   his  Son, 

Has  ail   his  mighricfl   works  outdone, 
fpacious  earth  and  fpreading  flood 

Proclaim    the   wife   and  powerful   God; 

And    thy  rich  glories   from   afar 

Sparkle  in   every  rolling  flar. 
4  But  in   his  looks   a  glory  ftands, 

The  nobleft  labours  of  thine   hands.; 

The   ^leafing   lutire  of  his   ryes 

Outfhines   the   wonders  of  the  tides. 
£  Grace!    'tis   a  fweet,   a  charming  theme; 

My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name; 

Ye  angels,  dwell   upon  the  found  ; 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
*G  Oh,   may  1   live  to  reach  the  place 

Where   he  unveils   his   lovely  face — 

Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 

And  ting   his  name  to  harps  of  gold! 

Hymn  48.     Common  Metre.     [«j 

Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous, 
1  TTOW  vain  are  all   things  heTe  below! 
XjL  How  falfe,    and  yet  how  fair ! 
Kach  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too, 
And   every  fweet  a    fnare. 

&  The  brightefl:  things   below  the  fry 
Give  but  a   flattering  light ; 
We   fhould  fufpeel  fome   danger  nigb, 
Where  we  poflefs   delight. 

3  Our   deareft  joys,  and  nearetl  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  rhey  divide  our   wavering    minds, 
Ar.d  leave  but  half  for  God  1 

4  The  fondnefs   of  a  creature's   love, 

How  ftiong  it   ftrikes   the  fenfe  ! 
Thither   the   warm   affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call   them  thence. 
r  D.?.r  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  fours  eternal  food; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
Trom  all  created  good. 


376 Hymn  49,  50, R 

Hymn  49.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Mofes  dying  in  the.  embraces  of  Cod. 

1  TAKATH  cannot   make   our   fouls  afraid, 
jLJ   If  God   be    with    us   there; 

We   may  walk  through   the  darkeft  (hade, 
And    never  yield  to   fear. 

2  I   could   renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator   bid ; 
And   run,  if  I   were   call'd   to  go, 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb   to  Pifgah's   top, 

And  view    the  promis'd  land, 
My  flefti   itfelf  would   long   to  drop, 
And   pray   for  the   command. 

4  Clafp'd   in  my  heavenly    Father's  arms, 

I   would  forget   my    breath  ; 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the   charms 
Of  fo    divine  a  death. 

Hymn  50.     Long   Metre,     [b] 

Comforts   under    for  rows  and  pains. 
I   'VTOW   let   the  Lord,   my   Saviour,   fmile, 

IN    And  (hew   my  name  upon   his  heart ; 

I    would  forget   my  pains   a  while, 

And    in   the   pleafure   lofe    the  fmart. 
9  But   oh  !  it  fwells  my  forrows   high, 

To   fee   my  bleiTed    Jefus   frown; 

My  fpirits   fink,   my  comforts  die. 

And   all  the   fprings  of  life    are   down. 

3  Yet   why,    my   foul,    why    thefe   complaints : 
Still,   while   he  frowns,   his  bowels  move; 
Still  on  his  heart    he   bears  his  faints, 

And  feels  their  forrows,  and   his  love. 

4  My   namt   is    printed  on  his   bread  ; 
His    book    of   life    contains   my    name  : 
I'd  rather  have   it  there  impref,'d, 
Than   in    the    bright   records  of  fame. 

5  When   the   laft  fire   burns   all   things  here, 
Thofe   letters  (hall    fecurely   fland, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair   book    appear, 
Writ    by    th'    eternal    Father's   hand. 

6  Now  (hall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will; 
My  rifing   and  my    fetting   fun 

Roll  gently   up  and  down  the  hill. 


B.  II.  Hymn  51,  52. 377 

Hymn  51.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Goa   the   Son   equal  with  the   Father, 
1  "D  RIGHT  King   of  Glory,  dreadful   God! 

-D  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  : 

To   thee  we   lift  a  humble   thought, 

And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 
£  [Thy  power  hath  form'd,   thy  wifdom  fwaye 

All  nature  with  a  fovereign  word ; 

And  the  bright  world   of  flars  obeys 

The   will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

3  [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
And,  fmiling,   fit  at  thy  right  hand  : 
Eternal  juilice  guards  thy  throne. 

And   vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thoufand  ferapbs,  ftrong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious   Deity  ; 

But   who,  amongft  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparifon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame,- 
Jefus,  array'd   in  .flefh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 
S  [Their  glory  ftiines  with  ecfual  beams; 

Their  eflence  is  forever  one ; 

Though  they   are  known  by  different  names, 

The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son*. 
j  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 

With  equal  honou  s  be  adored; 

His  praife   let  every  angel  Gng, 

And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

Hymn  52.    Common  Metre,  [b] 

Dratk  dreadful^  or  delightful. 
i  TAEATH!  'tis  a  melancholy   day 
JLJ  To  thofe  that   have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul   is  fore'd  away 
To   feck  her   la  ft  abode. 
•  In  vain  to  heaven  fhe  lifts  her  eyes; 
But  guilt,  a   heavy  chain. 
Still   drags  her  downward  from   the  fkies, 
To  darknefs,    fire,   and  pain. 
*3  Awake,    and  mourn,   ye  heirs   of  hell, 
Let  flubboin  finners  fear; 
li  h  2 


378 Hymn  53. B.  II. 

You  muft    be  driv'n  from  earth,    ar.d   dwell 
A   long    forever   there! 

4  See   how   the  pit   gapes  wide   for  you, 

And   fla flies   in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,    my  foul,   look   downward    too, 
And  fing   recovering   grace. 

5  He   is  a  God  of  fovereign    love, 

Who  promis'd  heaven   to   me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to   foar  above, 
Where  happy  fpirits   be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,   for   thy  right   hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,   and  fome  celeftial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

Hymn  53.     Common  Metre,  [b] 

The  pilgrimage   of  the  faints  ;    or,  earth  and  heaven. 

1  T    ORD!  what  a  wretched    land  is   this, 
X-J  That  yields  us  no  fupply  : 

No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
Nor  dreams  of  living  joy  ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  through   all  the  ground. 

And  mortal  poifons  grow ; 
And  all   the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With   dangerous   waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid   land  : 
Lord  !    we  would  keep  the   heavenly   road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  fhall  tread  the  defert   through 

With  undiverted  feet  ; 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  [A  thoufand   favage  beads  of  prey- 

Around  the  fored   roam  : 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the   drangers   home.] 

6  [Long  nights  and   darknefs  dwell  below . 

With  fcarce  a   twinkling  ray ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlading  day.] 

7  By  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears. 

We  trace  the  facrcd  road; 


B.  II. Hymn  54. 379 

Through   cntmai   oeept,   and    dangerous  inares 
We   make  oar   way  to  God. 

8  Our  journey   is  a  thorny    nitze, 

But  we    march    upward  ill  11  ; 
Forget    diefe   troubles  of  the  ways, 
And   reach   at   Zion's  hill. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels,   at   the  gates, 

Inviting  us    to  come  ! 
There  Jefus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome    travellers  home.] 

10  There,  on  a   green  and  flower}-   mount, 

Oar  weary  fouls   (hall  fit, 
And,   with  tranfporting  joys,   recount 

The  labours  of  our    feet, 
li  [Xo  vam  difcourfe    fhall  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear; 
Infinite  grace  fhall  be  our  fong, 

And   God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
12  Eternal  glory   to  the   King, 

Who  brought   us   fafely   through ; 
Our   tongues   fhall    never  ceafe  to   fing, 

And   endlefs    pra;fe   renew. 

Hymn  54%     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Gcd^s  prej'encc  is  li^ht   in  darknefs. 
i  \  J[Y  God,  the    (pring  of  all   my  joys, 
iVl  The   life   of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my   bnghtett  days, 
And  cum  tort   of  my  nights  ! 
o  In   darkolt   (hades,   if  he  appear, 
My  daw  ring   is    begun  ! 
He  is  my  fou.'s  fweet  Morning   Star, 
And  he  my  rifing  Sun. 

3  The  opening   he  ivens  around  me  fhine 

With  beams   of  facrcd  blrfs, 
While  Jefus  fhev.s  his  heart  is   mine, 
And  whifpers — /  am  his, 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting   word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  fhining  way, 
T'   embrace  my   dearefr.    Lord  ! 

5  Fearlefs   cf  bell   and   ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every    foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms   of 
Should   bear  ofc  r  through. 


680 Hymn  55,  5G. B.  H, 

Hymn  55.      Common  Metre,     [b] 

Frail  life,   and  fuccccdin%  eternity' 
%  HPHEE   we  adore,   Eternal   Name, 
JL     And  humbly    own  to   thee, 
How   feeble  is  our  mortal    frame  ; 
What  dying  worms  are   we  ! 
3  [Our  wafting    lives,  grow  fhorter  ftill, 
As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  every  beating  pulfe   we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  roily  round,   and  fleals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  ; 
Whatever  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  (land  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  pufh  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce   difeafes  wajt  around, 
To  hurry  mortals   home. 

5  Good  God,  on  what  a  {lender  thread 

Hang  everlafting"  things ! 
Th'   eternal  ftates  of  all   the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings ! 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  wo, 

Attends  on  every  breath  j 
And  yet  how   unconcern'd   wc  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And,   if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Hymn  56.     Common  Metre.    ft>] 

The  mi  [try  of  being   without  God   in  this    world',    orf 

vain  profperity. 
i   TVTO  !  I  fhall  entry  them  no.  more, 
i.^1    Who   grow   profanely  great, 
Though  they  increafe  their  golden  (lore, 
And    rife   to  wondrous   height. 

2  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 

Upon    this  earthly  clod  ; 
Well,    they   may  fearch  the   creature  through, 
For  they  have   ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the   thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 


B.  II.  Hymn  57,  58.  381 

But  death  comes  h.dfening  on   to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  muft  bow  your  {lately  head  ; 

Away   your   fpirit  Hits ; 
And  no  k.nd   angel  near  your  bed, 
To    bear   it   to  the  fkies. 

5  Go  now,    and  boaft    of  all   your  (lore?, 

And    tell  how  bright  they  (bine; 
Your   heaps  of  glittering  dull  are  your\ 
\nA    mv   Rrdcemrr,i  mine! 


Hymn  57.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

The  plafurcs  cj  a  good  confcien'cc. 

1  T    ORD,    how   fecure   and    bleft   are   they 
-L*  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin! 
Should   ftorms   of  wrath  (hake  earth   and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  fweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up   of  innocence  and  love ; 

And  foit    and  filent  as  the  fhades, 
Thjir  nightly  minutes  gently   move. 

3  [Quick  as   their  thoughts  their  joys  come  oo, 
But  fly   not  half  fo  fwift  away  1 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And   calm  as  fummer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafures  grow! 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  imiles, 
Sit  uncufturb'd   upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys ; 
But    fpend  the  day  and  {hare    the  night 
In  numbering  o'er    the  richer  joys, 
That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,   like  worms  and  moles, 
Lie  grov'lmg  in  the   duft   below; 
Almighty   grace,  renew  our   fouls, 

And   we'.l  afpire    to  glory   too. 

Hymn  58.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

The  fhortnefs  of  lift  and  the  gocdnefs  of  Gcd. 
l  "  I  TME  !   what   an  empty  vapour  't:> ! 
A     And  days,    how    fwifl   they    are  ! 
Swift   as  <vn   Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or   like  a  (hooting  ftar. 


382 Hymn  59. B.  If. 

2  [The  pre  fern  moments  juft  appear, 

Then  flide  away   in  hade  ; 
That  wc   can   never  (;\y — they're  here', 
But  only  fay— they're  paft.] 

3  [Our   life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And   death  is   ever   nigh ; 
The   moment  when  our  lives  begin. 
We  all   begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God \   our  fleering  days' 

Thy  lafting  favours  (hare  ; 
Yet,    with  the   bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load'ft  the  rolling  year. 

5  }Tis   fovereign  mercy   finds  us  food, 

And  we  are   cloth'd  with  love  ; 
While  grace  (lands  pointing  out  the  roftk 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an   endlefs  round ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  1 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound ; 
And  be  his  name  adorM  ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
Till  time  and  nature   dies. 

Hymn  59.     Common  Metre.     [&] 

Paradife  en  earth. 

1  /^  LORY  to  God,  who  walks  the   fkjr, 
V-T  And   fends  his  bleflings  through ; 
Who  tells  his   faints  of  joys  on  high, 

And  gives  a  lade  below. 

2  [Glory  to  God,  who   doops  his  throne, 

That  duft  and  worms  may  fee'r, 
And  brings  a   glimpfe  of  glory  down 
Around  his  tacied  feet. 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd,    , 

Sheds  his  kind   beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heaven  on  earthly  ground^ 

And  glory  in  the  bud. 
*  A  blooming  paradife   of  joy 

In   this  wild  defert   fprings  ; 
And  every   fenfe  1  draight  employ 

On  fweet  celedial  things. 


B.  II. Hymn  60. 383 

5  White  lilies  all  around   appear, 

And   each  his  glory   fhows  ! 
The  Rofe.of  Sharon  bloifoms  here, 
The  faireft  flower  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heavenly   fruit, 

And  drink  the  pleafures   down  ; 
Plcafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal   throne  !] 
y  But  ah  !    how  foon  my  joys  decay  ; 
How  foon  my   fins  a  rife, 
And   (natch   the  heavenly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  (hall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  mining   day  appear, 
That  I  fhall  leave  ihefe   clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt,  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up   to  the  fields  above   the  fkies, 

My  hafty  feet  would  go; 
There  everlafting  flowers   arife, 
And  joys  unwirhering   grow. 

Hymn  60.      Long  Metre.      [>] 

The  truth  of  God  the  promifer\    or>  the  promifes  art 
cur  fccmrity, 

1  T>RAIS£,   everlaiting   praife,  be  paid 

JL     To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation   as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word; 
A>nd  there,  as  (Irong  as  his  decrees, 
He    fets   his  kindefl  promifes. 

3  [Firm   are  the  words  his  prophets   give; 
Sweet  words,   on   which  his   children  live  } 
Each   of  them   is   the  voice    of  God, 
Who  fpake,    and  fpread  the  (kies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  powerful  as   that  found 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round: 
And   itronger   than  the  folid  poles. 

On   which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 
j  Whence  then  (hould  doubts  and  fears  arife 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  r* 
our  mind  receives 
orr.  forts  that  our  Maker  gives. 


384  Hymn  61,  62. B.  II. 

6  Oh,  for   a    flrong,  a  lalling   faith, 
To  credit   what  th'    Almighty   fat'hl 
T'  embrace  the   mrifage  of  his   Son, 
And   call    the  joys   of  heaven   our   own. 

7  Then,  fhould  ihe  earth's  old   pillars    fhake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of   nature  break  ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks,  when  billows  roar. 

8  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above   the  ruinable  fkies, 
Where  the  eternal   Builder  reigns, 
And   his   own  court   his  power  fuflains. 

Hymn  61.    Common  Metre,   [b] 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 

1  TV^Y  foul,   come,  meditate  the   day, 
1VJL  And  think  how  near  it   {lands, 
When  thou  mud  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  [And  you,  mine   eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  : 
This  gloomy  piifon  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come.] 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  flead  ; 
Then  would   our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  we  fhould  fee  the  faints  above 

In  their   own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  fhould  love 
To  dwell  with   mortal   worms. 

5  [How  we  fhould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefli, 

Thefe  fetters  and  this   load, 
And   long  for  evening  to   undrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 

6  We   fhould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And   pray  and  wifli  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 


Hymn  52.     Common  Metre,    [b] 

God  the  thunder er  ;    orf  the  Lafl  judgment  and  hell.* 
i   CING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hofts, 

O  And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
*  Made  in  a  great  fudden  florin  of  thunder ',  Aug.  20, 1697. 


B.  fl. Hymn  63,  64. 3SI 

Let  death  and  hell,  through  ail   their  coufts, 
Stand  trembling  at   his   power. 

2  His  founding  chariot  (hakes  the  fky. 

He   makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 

There   all   his  fiores  of  lightning   lie, 

Till   vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noftrils   breathe   out  fiery   dreams— 

And  from  his   awful   tongue 
A  fovereign  voice   divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along  ! 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,   the   dreadful  day, 

When  this   incenfed    God 
Shall  rend    the  Iky,  and  burn  the  fea, 

And  fling   his  vra-h   abrc 
j  What  (hall  the  wretch,  the  (inner  do? 

He  once  defy'd  the   Lord  : 
But  he  mail  dread  the  Thunderer  now, 

And  link  beneath   his  word. 
6  Tempefb  of  angry  fire  (hall   roll, 

To  bhtfi    the    rebel  worm, 
And  br-at  upon  hi>  naked  foul 

In   orie  eternal  ftorm. 

Hymn  63.     Common  Metre.     [fc>] 

A  fan? rat  thought, 

1  TTAUK!  from  the  tombs,   a  doleful  fc 
JLl  Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry — 
44  Ye  living  men,   come,   view  the  ground 
"Where  you    muft  (hortly    lie. 
■  M  Princes,  this  clay  mufl  be  your    bed, 
44  In   fpite  of  all    your   towers; 
"The  tall,    the   wife,  'he   reverend  head 
M  Mud  lie  as  low   as  ours." 
g  Great  God,   is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are   we  foil  fecure ! 
Still  walking  downward  to   the  tomb, 
And   yet  prepare   no   mor: 
4  Grant   us  the  powers  of  quickening  grace, 
To  fit   our   fouls  to   fly  ; 
Thci  we   crop  this  dying   fl  fh, 

We'll    r;!e   abo<:e  the    fky. 

Hymn  64%     Long  Metre.     [*1 

1  TTAPPY  :hc  church,   thou   facred   place, 
X  -».  Ti 


386  Hymn  65,  66.  &  JL 

Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy   walls   are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gate's 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits; 
Nor  (hall  thy  deep  foundations  move* 
Fix'd   on  his   counfels,   and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage ; 
Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage; 
Like  rifmg  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dam   and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls   in  Ziori  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell ; 
His  ajms  embrace   this    happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our   fliield,  and  God  our  fun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting   moments  run, 
On  us  he  Iheds  new   beams  of  grace,- 
And   we   reflecl  his  brighter!   praife. 

,  — .        . 

Hymn  65.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

The  hope  oj  heaven  our  Jupport  under  trials  on  earthr> 
l  "\\  7HEN  I   can  read  my  title  clear 
VV    To  marifions  in   the  fkies, 
I  bid    farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
£  Should  earth   againft  my  foul    engage, 
And  hellifh  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 
J  Let  cares,  like   a  wild  deluge,  come, 
And    itorms   of  for  row  fall  ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all  : 
4  There  ftiall  I  bathe    my  weary   foul 
In  feas   of  heavenly    reft ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 

Hymn  66.     Common  Metre,     [*] 

A  profpeti  of  heaven  makes  death  caf), 
I  f  I  SHERE  is  a   land  of  pure  delighti 
JL     Where  faints   immortal   reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes   the  night, 
And  pleafrues  b?n:fh  pain. 


B.  II, Hymn  67. 387 

2  There  cverlafting  fpring  abides, 

And  never-withenng  flowers; 
Death,  like  a   narrow   fea, 
This  heavenly   land   from  c 

3  {Sweet  fields,   beyond  the    Pat] ling  flood, 

id  drefs'd   in  living  green: 
So   to  the  Jews  old  Canaan    ft 
die  Jordan  roil'd  between. 

4  But  timorous   mortals   fort  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  .his  narrow  lea, 
And  linger,   fhivering  on  the  brink, 
And   tear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh  !  could   we   make  our    doubts  rcmovc> 

Thofe  g'.oomy  doubts  that  rife — 
And  fee   the  Canaan,   that  we  love, 

With  unbeciouded  eyes  : 
(S  Could  we  but  climb  whe«re   Mcfes  flood, 

And  view  the    landfcape  o'tr  ; 
Not  Jordan's  dream,  nor  death's  cold  flood* 

Should  fright   us  from   the    fhore. 

Hymn  67.    Common  Metre,   [jg] 

God's  eternal  dominion. 
1  /~*  RE  AT  God  !  how  infi:  itc   art  thou  ! 
VJ  What   worth lefs   worms  are   we! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their   praife  to  thee. 
£  Thy  throne   eternal  ages   ftood, 
Ere  feas  or  ftars  were   made ; 
Thou   art  the  ever-living   God, 
Were  all   the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thme   immenfe  furvey, 

From   the  formation  of  the  fcy, 

To  the  great  burning  cay. 

4  Eternity,  with  all   i:s  years, 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears— 
Great  God !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives   through  various   (cents   are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  wirh  trifling  cares! 
While    thine  eternal  thoughts  move   on 
Thine  undiflurb'd  affairs. 


388 Hymn  68,  69. B.  II. 

6  Great   God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 
What   worthlefs   worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race   of  creatures  bow, 
And   pay   their  praife   to  thee. 

Hymn  68,     Common  Metre,     [%) 

The  humble  worjhip  of  heaven. 

1  T^ATHER,  I  long,    1   taint  to  fee 
-C    The  place  of  thine  abode  ! 

I'd  leave   thy   earthly   courts,  and  flee 

Up  to  thy   feat,  my   God ! 
f  Here  I  behold  thy   diftant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafing  fight ; 
But   to  abide   in  thine  embrace 

Is  infinite  delight ! 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne; 
Pleafure    fpriugs  frefh   forever  thence, 
Uofpeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all   the  heavenly   hofts  are  feen; 

In  fhining  ranks  they  move ; 
And   drink    immortal  vigour   in, 
With  wonder,  and   with   love. 

5  Then  at  thy   feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
V/nh  joy  they  {hrink   to    NOTHING    there. 
Before  th'  eternal  all. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hod 

In  duty,  and  in    blils ; 
While  lejs  than  nothing   I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity  confefs.J 

7  The  more  thy  glories  (hike  mine  eycsf 

The  humbler  I  fhail  lie; 
Thus,   while  I   fink,  my  joys  fhall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

— — — ■   ■  r.v-r 

Hymn  69.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  faithfulncfs  oj  God  in  the  promifes* 
.1  [T>EG1N,  my  tongue,  fome  heavenly  theme, 
i~J  And  fpeak  fome  boundlcfs  thing; 
The  mighty  works,   or   mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell    of  his  wondrous  faithfulnefs, 

And  found  his  power  abroad; 


B.IL Hymn  70. 389 

Sing  the  fweet   promiie  of  his  grace, 
And  the   performing   God. 

3  Proclaim    falvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men  ; 
Hi*    hand   has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd,   as   in   eternal  brafs, 

The  mighty  promife  fhines ; 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  ddrknefs  raze 
Thofe  everlafting  lines.] 

5  [He  that  can  dafh   whole  worlds  to  deaths 

And  make  them  when  he  ple'ife  ; 
He   fpeaks — and  that   almighty   breath 
Fulfils   his   great   decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace   is  ftrong 

As  that  which  built   the   Ikies ; 
The  voice   that   rolls  the  liars  along 
Speaks  all   rhe   promifes. 

7  He  faid — Let  the  wide  haven  be  fpread% 

And  heaven  was   nrerch'd  abroad  : 
Abraham,  Til  be  thy  God,   he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abrah'm's  God. 

8  Oh,   might   I   hear  thine   heavenly  tongue 

But  whifper — thou  art  mine! 
Thofe  gentle   woreis  fhould  raife   my   for^ 

To   notes   almoft   divine. 
g  How  would  my   leaping  heart  rejoice, 

Arrd  think  my  heaven  fecurei 
I'd   truft   the  all-creating  voice, 

And  faith    defires   no  more.] 

Hymn  70.     Long  Metre.     [&] 

(Sod's    dominion    over  the  fea.     Pfal.   cvii.    23,    &c, 

1  f^  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thundering  voice 
v_X  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice! 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 

Can   fink  them,  fiienr,   in   the  land. 

2  If  but  a   Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 

The  fea   divides  and   owns  its  God ; 
The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker   knew, 
And    let   his  chofen  armies  through, 
g  The   fcaly  fhoals,  airudft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  tlreir  Lord,  a  tribute  pay ; 
1  i  a 


890 Hymn  7 1.  B,  II, 

The  roeanefl  fifh  that  fwiins    the  flood 
Leaps   up,    and   means  a   praife   to  God. 

4  [The   larger  monflcrs  of  the   deep 
Ou  thy  commands  attendance   keep : 
By   thy  permiffion,  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave   along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  dill,  and  iears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noflrils   high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to   the  fry.] 

6  How  is   thy  glorious  power  ador'd 
Amidft  thefe  watery  nations,  «Lord  ! 
Yet   Uie  bold   men  that  trace  the  feas. 
Bold  men   refufe  their  Maker's  praife, 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafcly   ride, 
They  curfe  the   hand  that   f.nooths   the  ti**. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in   watery  graves, 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  wafl 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 
Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them.] 

g  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thy   hand  ! 

Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  fhake  the  land  : 
Great  Judge,  defcend,  led  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  iky. 

From  the  yctk  to  the  io8^  hymn,  I  hope  the  reader 
wilt  forgive  the  neg  Iccl  oj  rhyme  in  tlie  Jirjl  and  thud- 
lines  of  the  Jl.anza. 

Hymn  71.    Long  Metre.     O] 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

j  'T^HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
X    My  joyful  voice  fhall  fing, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their   King. 
s  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay. 
And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 
3  We  bring  our  mortal  powers  to  God: 
And  woifhip  with  our  tongues  i 


ft.  II. Hymn  72,  73. 33i 

We  ciaiT  fome  kindred  with  the  i±ues, 
And  join  trr  angelic    Kings. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beails  of  every  fhape, 

And  fowls  of  every  v. 
And  rocks,    and   trees,  and   fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  brti 

5  Ye  planets,  to  hi*   honour  (hine ; 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll  ; 
Praife  him  in  y>ur  unweavy'd  courfe 

Around  the   fteady  pole. 
6"  The  brightnefs  of  our    Maker's  name 

The   wide  creation  h*  Is, 
Arid   his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 

Beyond  the   heavenly  hills. 


Hymn  72.     Common  Metre.     [«] 

The  Lord's  day  ;  oi\  the  rcJurrcEHon  of  Chrifl. 

1  T)LEST  morning',  whofe   young  dawning  ray. 
-D  Beheld  our  nfing  Gcd  ; 

That    faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  ?eave  his  laft  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  piifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the   revolving  fkies  had   brought 

The  third,  th'  appointed 
g  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To   hold  our   God  in  vain  ; 
The    deeping  Conqueror  arofe, 

And  burft  tht?ir  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,   Almighty  Lord, 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay; 
And   loud  holaunas  (hall  proclain* 
The  triumph  of  the 

5  [Salvation  and  imrac 

To   our  victorious  Ki 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  :ks,   and   i: 

With  glad  hofar.nas   rin^.] 

Hymn  73.      Common  Metre.     [%] 

Doubts  featured;   or,  Jpiritnal joys  reflored. 
X  T  TENCE  from   my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  be  gosr, 
li   And  leave  me  to  my  joys; 
My  tongue  (hall  triumph  in   my   Gocf, 
And  make  a  joyful  ncifer 


•896  Hymn  74, 15.  B.  H. 

2,  Darknefs  and  doubts  had   vet  I'd   my   mind, 
And   drown'd    my    head  in  tears, 
Till  fnvercign  grace,  with  fliining  rays, 
Difpell'd   my  gloomy   fears. 
g  Oh  !    wrrat  immortal  joys  I  felt, 
And  raptures   all  divine — 
When  Jefus  told  me — /  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved  mine. 
4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my   foul, 
And  breaks  my  peace  in    vain ; 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face,    ' 
Revives  mv  joys  again. 
_ ^ 1 — .  ■  .^ 

Hymn  74.     Short  Metre,     [b] 

Repentance  /rem  a  fenfe  of  divine  goodnefs ;    or,  & 
complaint  of  ingratitude, 
3.       TS  this  the  kind   return, 

X  And  thefc  the  thanks  wc  owe, 
Thus  to   abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  bleflings  flow? 

2  To  what  a  ftubbom  frame 
Has  fin  redue'd  our  mind  ! 

What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches   vye? 
And  God  as   ftrangely  kind  I 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his   reviving  rays  j 

For  us  the  flues  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And   bow  their  necks  to  men : 

But  we,  more  bafe,  more  brutifh  things, 
.Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 
g      Turn,  turn  us,  nighty  God, 
And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  ; 
Break,  fovereign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  florje, 
And   give  us  hearts  of  fleih. 
6       Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  Our  weeping  eyes ; 
And   hourly,   as  new  mercies  fall. 
Let   hourly  thanks  arife. 

Hymn  75.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Spiritual  and   trnaljoy  ;  or>  the  beatific  vifion  of  Cnnfi 
2  tVOM   thee,    my  God.  my  joys  fhall  nfe,    • 
X    And  run  eternal  rout 


B.  II. Hymn  76. J39S 

Beyond  the  limit  ikies, 

And  ail  created  boj 
a  The  holy   triumphs  of  my    foul 
Shall  death  ltieif  outbrave, 
Leave   dull  morality    btr 

d  fly    beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,   xvhere  rry   hielled  Jefus  reigns, 

In  haa\en's  unmeafurd  ipace, 
I'll   fpeod  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure,  and   in    praifs. 

4  Millions  of  years    my   wandering  eye: 

Shall   o'er  thy    beauties  rove  ; 
And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  oi  thy    love, 

5  [Sweet  Jefus !    every  fmile  of  thine 

Shall   frefi)  endearments   bring, 
And  thoufand  taftes   of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpnng. 

6  Hafte,  my   Beloved,   fetch   my  foul 

Up  to  thy   bldft  abode ; 
fly,   for  my   fpirit   longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my   God.] 

Hymn  76.    Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  refurreclicm  and  afcaif.on   of  Ckrift* 
t  TTOSANWA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
XTL   Who  cloth*  d  himielf  in  clay; 
£,nter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tcre  the  bars  away. 

2  Deaih  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread; 

Since  our  Immanuel  role ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fling  away, 
And  1'pcniM    our  hellfla  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  alofr, 

And  to  his  FatheT  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour    in  his  fltfb, 
And  triumph   id  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  re 

And  fcatteis  bit-flings  do* 
Our  Jefus  ft. Is  the   middle  feat 
Of  the  celeftial  throne. 

5  [Raifc  your  devotion,  mortal  tongue^ 

To  reach  his  blefc'd  abode} 


394  Hymn  77,  78.  B.  If, 

Sweet  be  t,he  accents  of  your  fongs 
To  our  incarnate    God. 
6  Bright  angels,  flrike  your   loudeft  firings, 
Your  fweetefl   voices  raifc ; 


Let  heaven,  and  ail  created  thing?, 
kound  our  Imm'anuel's  praifc.J 


Hymn  77.    Long  Metre-      [&] 

The  Chrijiian  warfare. 

3   CTAND  up,  my  foul,  (hake  off  thy  fear*, 
*-)   And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endiefs  joy, 
Where   thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 

£  Hell  and  thy  fins  refill  thy  courfe  ; 
But  heU  and  fin  are  vanquifiVd   foes  ; 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  thern   to  the  erofs. 
And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe. 

3  [What  though  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wade  the  fury   of  his  fpite  ? 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fiery  deeps  and  endiefs  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lulls  rebel? 
'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  flrife.} 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ^ 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

6  There  fhail  1  wear  a  ftarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all    the  armies  of  the  {kies 
Join  in   my  glorious  Leader's  praife. 


Hymn  78.      Common  Metre.     [*] 

Redemption  by  Chiiji. 
%  TX7HEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
VV     Rcbell'd,  and  loft  their  God, 
And  the   infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood; 
%  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 
Of  the  eternal  Son ; 
Defcending  from  the  heavenly  court* 
£Je  left  his  Father's  throne. 


B.Jt fivMN  79. 895 

3  AGde  the   Prince  of  Glory  trurew 

His  mod   divine    array  ; 
And   wrapt    his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His   living  power,  and   dying  love^ 

Redeem'd  unhappy   men  ; 
And   rais'd   the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 
£  To  thee,   dear  Lord,  our  flefh  and  foifl 
We  joyfully    refign  ; 
Bleft  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
6  Thine   honour  (hall  forever   be 
The  bufinefs  of  our  days ; 
Forever  (hall  our  thankful   tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved   praife. 

■'  ■  ■  -■  ■— ■  ««• 

Hymn  79.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 
l  T>LUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair, 
X     We  wretched  firmer*  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimmering  day. 

ft  With  pitying  eyes,   the  Prince  of  Grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
He  iaw — and   (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from   the  fhining  feats  above 

With  joyful   haAe  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flefii, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  powers  of  darknefs  thj£$ 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
From   everlafting  pains. 

$  [In  vajn  the   baffled  prince  of  hell 
His  curfed  pro j  eels  tries  ; 
We,  that  were  doom'd  his  endleC*  flaVcs 
Are  rais'd  above  the  flues.] 
6  Oh !    for  this  love,    let  rocks  and  hills 
Their   lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  ha/monious  human  tongites 
The  Saviour's  prarfts  fpe^rk. 


396 **™,N  80,  81. B.  II, 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praifc  thee,  dcareft  Lord; 

Our   fouls   are  all  on   flame  : 
Hufanna,  round  the  fpacious  earth, 
To  thine   adored   name  ! 

8  Angels,   nflift   our  mighty  joys  ; 
i  Strike  all  your  •  arps  of  gold  : 

But  when  you  raife  your  higheft   notes, 
His  love   can  ne'er  be  told] 
«**— *  ■       '  ■ '  ■  %  i» ■■ 

Hymn  80.     Short  Metre.     O] 

God's  awful  power  and  goodnefs, 
l      /^\H  1    the   Almighty  Lord  ! 

v_-/  How  matcblefs  is  his   power  ! 
Tremble,   O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
While  all  the  heavens  adore. 
S      Let   proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  lovv  before  his  throne ! 
Crouch  to  hi.   feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  iDhall  tread  you  down.  «• 

3  Above   the  fkies  he  reigns, 
And  with  amazing  blows, 

He  deals   infulferab'.e  pains, 
On  his  rebellious  foes, 

4  Yet,  everlafling  God, 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  pralfe  ; 
Thy  fecptre's  equal  to  thy   rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy   grace. 

5  The  aims  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well ; 

And  heavenly  mercy  walls   us  round 
From  Babylon  and   hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the   King 
Who  fits  enthron'd   above  : 

Thus  we  adore  the  God    of  might, 
And   biefs  th:  God  of  love. 


Hymn  81.     Common  Metre.     [«] 

Our  fin  the  cau/c  of  ChrijVs  death. 
1     A  ND  now   the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
JljL  Now   I  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh  the   cursM  deeds  my  fins  have  done! 
What  murderous  things   they   be! 
ft  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  dearefl  Lord, 
That  thy  &i*  body  tore  ? 


B.  II. Hymn  82,  83.  397 

Mongers,    that  ftainM   thofe   heavenly  Cml 
With   floods   of  purple    gore  ! 

3  Was   it  for  crimes  that   I    had   done, 

My   dearefl  Lord   was  (lain  ; 
When  juflice  feiz'd   God's  only    Son, 
And   put   his  foul   to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive   my  guilt,    O   Prince  of  Peace  ! 

I'll  wound    my    God  no   more  ; 
Hence,  from  my  heart,    ye  fins,   be  gtne, 
For  Jefus   I   adore. 

5  Furnifh  me,   Lord,   with  heavenly  arms 

From  grace's   magazine ; 

And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

Witb   every  darling   fin. 


Hymn  82.     Common  Metre,     [&] 

Redemption  and  proUB  ion  from  fpiritual  ernzmks 
i     A   RISE,   my  loul,   my  joyful  pow 
i\  And   triumph  in   my  Cod  ; 
Awake,   my   voice,  and   ioud  ptoclaim 
His  glorious  grace   abroad. 
£  He   ra.5:u   me  from   the  deeps  of  fin, 
The  ;:aies  of  gaping  hell, 
And  nVd  my  ftanaing  more  fecui-j 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 
3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love. 
Beneath  my   foul  he  plac'J, 
on   the  Rock  of  Ages  let 
(lippery   footiteps  fad. 
:  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 
Is  wall'd  around  with  grace; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
s     To  fhield  the  facred  place. 

iit  his  fharpeft  fpiie, 
And   ail   his  legions  roar; 
hnigbty  mercy  guards  my   life, 
bounds  his  raging  power, 
fe,  my  foul;    awake,  my  voice; 
And  times  of  plcafure  fing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My   Saviour,  and  my    King. 


Hymn  83.     Long  Metre.    [^] 

The  pajficn  and  txaiiation  of  CAri/t, 

T  Ruler  of  the  Ikies— 

"Awake,  my   crcaJful   lword; 
K  k 


£98 Hymn  84. B.  H. 

"Awake,  my  wrath,  and   finite  the  man, 

44  My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord. 
8  Vengeance  rcceiv'd   ihe  dread  command,  V 

And,  armed,   down    Hie  flics  ; 
Jefns  fubmits  t1   his  Father's  hand,    . 

And   bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But,  oh !    the  wtfdom,   and  the  grace* 

That  join  with  vengeance   now! 
He   dies  to  (ave  cur  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes   too. 

4  A    perfc»n   fo  divine  was   he, 

Who  yielded   to   be  (lain, 
That  he   could   give  his   foul  away, 

And  take,  his   life  again. 
Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high  ;• 

Let  every  nation   fing, 
And  angels   found,   with  endlcfs  joy, 

The   Saviour,  and  the    King. 

■' 

Hymn  84.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

The.  fame. 
1       /""^OME,  all   harmonious  tongues, 
V_^  Your  nobleft  mufic  bring  ; 
Tis   Chriit,   the  everlafling  God, 
And  Chi i ft,  the  man,  we  fing, 
2-      Tell   how  he  took  our  flefh, 
To  take  away   our  guilt; 
Sing  the   dear   drops  of  facred  bloody 
That  helliih  monfters  fpilt. 
3      [Alasl    the  cruel  fp<*ar 
Went  deep  into  his  fide  ! 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murderous  weapons  dy'd.j 
^     [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll ; 
And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 
c       Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
He  bowM  his  awful  head ; 
Yet   he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  -dead. 
S      No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itfelf  (hakes  at  his  namoi 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 


B.  II. Hymn  85,  86. S99 

7       There  the  Redeemer  ivs 

High  on  his   Father*!   'hone; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  Grilles  upon  his  Son. 
S      There  his  full  glorcs  fhine 
V\r-th  uncreated   i 
And  hiefs  h;s   faints'  and  angels'    eyes 
To  everhfiing   days. 

-■  ■■  ■  ■  ■  ■■'  ■  ■  '  m 

Hymn  S3.     Common  Metre.     [&] 
Sufic 

:  *\  X^HY   does  your  face,  ye   humble  fouls, 
\  V     Thofe  mourntui  colours   wear  ? 
What  dcnibts  are  thefe  that  wafie  your  faith, 
And   ncur.fh  youi    drfpair? 
9.  What  the...  numerous  fins  exceed 

The  ftars  that   fill    the  fkies, 
And,   aiming  at  th1  eternal  throne, 
Like   poimed  mountains  rife  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guiit  beyond 

The  wide  creation  fwell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations   laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  Howl 

Of  never-failing  grace  ! 
Behold   a   dying   Saviour's   veins 

The   facred   flood  increafe  ! 
£  It  rifes  high,  and   drowns  the  h 

Has  neither   fhore  nor   bcund  : 
Now,  if  we  fearch  to   find  our  fins, 

Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
=6  Awake,   our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And   pardoning  blood,  that  fwells  above 

Our  follies  and   our  thought*. 

Hymn  86.     Common  Metre.     [*$]  ' 
Freedom /rom  J  in   heaven, 

l  f""\UR  Gna,    alas!    how  ftrong  they  be! 
v^>/  And   like  a  violent  fea, 
They  break  our  duty,   Lord,  to  thee, 
And   hurry  us  away. 
£  The   waves  of  trouble,   how   th--y  rife  J 
Hew  loud  the  tempefts  roar  1 


400 Hymn  87,  88. B.  II. 

But  death  (hall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe   on  the   heavenly   fhore. 

3  There,   to  fulfil   his  fweet  commands, 

Our  fpeedy  fert  (hill  move  ; 
No  fin  fhall   clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool   our   burning  love. 

4  There  fhall  we  fvt  and  fing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace ; 
Till   heavenly  raptures  fire  our  hearts* 
And  fmile  in   every   face. 

5  Forever   his  dear  facrcd  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue; 
And  Jefus  and  falvation   be 
Th'    cofe  of  every  fong. 

Hymn  87.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The.  divine  glories  above  our  comprclimfion. 
1   T  TOW   wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
jLl  Muft  our  Creator  be ! 
Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of     ifr  infinity  ! 
£  Our   (baring  fpirits  upward  rife 
Tow'rd  the  celeftial   throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  blefTed  Three, 
And   ihe  Almighty  One. 

3  Oui   reafon  frretches  all  its  wings, 

Anc   climbs  above  the  fkies; 
But  ftill   how   far  beneath   thy  feet 
Our  grov'lling  Teafon   lies  1 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls,. 

And  awfully  adore  : 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
Can  ftretch  a  thought  no   more.] 

5  Thy   glories  infinitely   rife 

Above  our  labouring  tongue ; 
In  vain  the   higbcit  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

6  [In  humbie  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterious  King, 
While  angels   ilrain  their  nobler  powers, 
And  fweep  th'  immortal   ftring.j 

Hymn  88.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Salvation. 
1   CALVATION!    oh,  the  joyful  found! 
k3  'Tis  pleafure  to  our  eais; 


B.  II. Hymn  89,  90. 401 

A  fovereign  balm    for  every   wound, 
A  cordial  for  Our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in   forrow,  and   in  (in, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arife  by  gTace  divine 
To   fee  a   heavenly   day. 

3  Salvation  !  let    the  echo  fly 

The  fpr\cious   earth  around, 
While  all  the   armies  ot  the  flcy 
Confpire  to   raife    the  found. 

Hymn  89.     Common  Metre.      [*] 

C/i  ijl's  vitlory  over  Satan. 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  our  conquering  King  I 
-in  The  prince  of  darknt:fs  flies  ; 

His  troops  rufh  headlong  down   to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  fides. 

2  There  bound  in  chains  the   lions  roar, 

And  fright   the  re  feu' d  (heep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine   their   power 
And   malice  to   the   deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our   conquering  King  ! 

All   hail,  incarnate-    love! 
Ten  thou  f and   fongs  and   glories  wait 
To  crown   thy  head  above, 
4  Thy   victories,  and  thy   d^?*hlefs  fame, 
Through  the   wide  world  mail  run; 
And  everlafting    n^es    fing 
The  triumph   ti->on  haft  won. 

Hymn  90.     Common  rVletre.  [t>] 

Faith,  in  Chrijt  jor  pardon  and  fanclificalioH* 
3   TTOW  fad  our   Rate   by   natue    is! 
JLl  Cur  fin,  how  deep  it  (lains ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fad   in  his  fiavjfh   chains. 

2  But   there's  a  voice   of  fovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the    facred  word; 
Hj!  ye  defhairing  fmncrs,  comty 
And  truji  upon  the  Lord* 

3  My  fcul  obeys  th*  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  prom-fef    Lord; 
Oh !    help   mine   unbelief. 
k  V  e 


402 Hymn  91. BJ 

4  [To  the  dear   fountain   of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate   God,   1  ily; 
Here    let  roe  wafli   my   fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm.   victorious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from    his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellifh  crew.] 

6  A  guiltv,  weak,    and  helplefs  worm, 

On   tny   kind   arms    I  tall; 
Be  thou   my  firength,   and   righteoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,   and   my  all! 

Hymn  91.     Common  Metre.       [aQ 

The  glory  of  Qkrijl  in  htavtn. 

1  /^\H,   the   delights,   the  heavenly  joys, 
V^/  The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  JeTus  {beds  the  brighieft  beams 

Of  his   o'erflowing  grace. 

2  Sweet  rnajefty  and  awful  love 

Sit  frniling  on   his   brow; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diftance  bow* 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their   bright  fceptres  down  ; 
Dominions,    thrones,  and  powers  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  ctewn. 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Through  every  heaveniy    ftreet ; 
And  lay  their  highefl  honours  down 
Submiflive  at  his  feet.] 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe   blclTed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  {land, 
And  all  the   faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majeftic  head, 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  fhine, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  th*   exalted   Man, 

Whom  we,   unfeen,   adore  ! 
But,  whfn  our  ryes  behold  his  face> 
Our  hearts  {hail  love  him  more. 


B.  II. Hymn  93. 403 

8  [Lord!  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 

To  fee  thy   bleft   abode  : 
Our  tongues   rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God!] 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys   the  fight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wi(h  thy  fiery  chariots.    Lord, 
To  fetch  our   fouls  away. 

■         ■■•  ■  '^ 

Hymn  92,     Common  Metre.  [*] 

The  church  Javed,    and  her  enemies  dif appointed;   crt 
deliverance  from  t  reafon . 

1  CHOUT  to  the  Lord,   and   let  our  joys 
O    1  h rough   the  whole   nation  run  : 

Yc  weftern  fkies,   refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifing   fan. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fou!s  admire ; 

Thee   our  glad  voices  fing; 
And  join  with   the  celeftial    choir, 
To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  power  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And,  on  the   fiarry  fkies, 
Sits  fmiling  at  the   weak  defigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage. 

And,  with  an  awful  frc. 
Flings  vaft  confufion  on   their  plots, 
And  fhakes  their  Babel   down. 

5  [Their  fecret  tires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  ftrove  in  vain 
To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd; 

eif  treaibns  all    betray'd  : 
praife   to  the   Lord,  who  broke  the  fnaie 
Their  curfed   hands  had  laid.] 
-  In  vain  the  bufy   fons  of  hell 
Still  new   rebellions  try  ; 

if  fouls  fhali  pi«>e  with   envious  rage, 
And  vex  away,   and  die. 
mighty  grace  defends  our  land 
From   their  malicious  power  : 
ihen   let  us  with  united  foegs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 


404  Hymn  93,  94.  B.  IL 

Hymn  93.     Short  Metre.     [$$] 
God  all,  and  in  all,     Pfalm   Ixxiii.   25. 

*  TV/TY   God,   my   life,  my   love, 
1VX  To  thee,    to  thee  I   call ; 

I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art   all  in  all. 
£      J"Thy  fhining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon   where  I  dwell : 
'Tis  paradife,    when   thou   art  here; 

If  thou  depart,  'tis   hell.] 

3  [The  fmi lings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are ! 

5Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And    no  where  elfe  but  there.J 

4  fTo  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe   their  blifs ; 

They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  dwell  where  Jelus  is.] 
£       [Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God   his  refidence  remove, 

Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 
.6       Nor  earth,   nor  all   the  fky, 

Can  one  delight   afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy   prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures   roll  ; 

The   circle  where  my  paflious  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

8  [To  thee   my  fpirits  fly, 
With  infinite  defire; 

And   yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  J 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher.] 

Hymn   9*.     Common  Metre.     [«] 

God  my  enly  happinefs.     Pfalm  Ixxiii.  25. 

*  A/TY  God,   my  portion,  and  my   love, 
1V1  My  everlafting  all ! 

I've  none  but  thee  in   heaven  above, 
Or  on   this   earthly   ball. 
2  [What  empty  things  are  ail    the  fkieSj 
And  this  inferior  clod! 


B.  II. Hymn  95. . 40; 

There's   nothing  here  deferves    my   joys ; 
There's  nothing  like  my   God. J 

3  [In  vain   the   bright,   the   burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble   light; 
'Tis  thy  Tweet  beams   creare   my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whil(r  upon   my  reftiefs  bed 

Amongft  the  fhades  I   roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  fhews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my   foul.] 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,    and  friencjs, 

And  health,   and  fafe  abode, 
Thanks  to  thy   name   for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my   God. 

6  Hou-   vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to   thee  ! 
Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  mer 

7  Were  I  poiTeiTor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  ftars  my  own ; 
Without  thy  graces  and   thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wietch  undone. 

8  Let  others  (ketch  their  arms  like  Teas, 

And  grafp  in   all  the  more ; 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I    defire  no   more. 

Hymn  95.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Look  on  him  whom  they  pierced,  and  mown* 

1  TNF1NITE  grief!  amazing   wo! 
A   Behold   my  bleeding  Ix)rd ! 

Hell    and  the   Jews  confpir'd   his   death. 
And  us'd  the  Roman   fword. 

2  Oh !   the   (harp   pangs   of  fmarting  pain 

My    dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When    knotty  whips,  and  jagged  the     * 
His  facred   body  tore ! 

3  Bat  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns, 

In  vain  do   I  accufe  ; 
In   vain   I  blame  the  Roman   bands, 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews : 

4  'Twere  you,  my  fins,  nay   cruel  fin'; 

His  chief  tormentors  were ; 


406  Hymn  96,  97.  B.  H. 


Each   of  my  crimes  became  a 
And  unbelief  tlie   fpear. 

5  'Twerc  you  that  pullM  the  vengeance  down 

Uoon  his  guiltlels   head  : 
Break,   break,  my   heart — oh,   burft,   mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,   my  flinty  foul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undifTembled  wo ! 

Hymn  96.      Common  Metre.     [$$] 

Dip  in^uijJiing  love,  or>  angels  tunijhcd,  and  men  fat eS> 

1  TAOWN  headlong  from  their  native  fkies 
XJ  The  rebel-angels  fell, 

And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  hlifs, 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And   Jefus  ftoopM  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  linking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree ! 

Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
Mull  Heaven's  eternal  Darling  die, 
To  fave  a  traitorous  race  ? 

4  Muft  angels   fink  forever  down, 

And  burn  in  quench lefs  fne, 
While  God  forlakes  his  mining  throne, 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ? 

5  Oh,   for  this   love,    let  earth  and  fkies 

With  hallelujahs   ring, 
And  the  full  .choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fin&! 

Hymn  97.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  fame. 
1  T^ROM  heaven  the  finning  angels  fell, 

JL     And  wrath  and  darknels  chain'd  them  down  , 

But   man,  vile  man,  forfook  his   blifs, 

And   mercy  lifts  him  to   a  crown ! 
S.  Amazing  work  of  fovereign   grace, 

That  could  diftinguifh    rebels   fo  ! 

Our  guilty  trealbns  call'd  aloud 

Tor  ever  1  ailing  fetters  too. 


R  fl.  Hymn  98,  99.  4Q7 

3  To  thee,   to  thee,   Almighty    Love, 

Our  fouls,  curfelves,  our  all,   we    pay  : 
Millions   of  tongues,  (hall  found  thy   praife 
On  the  bright   hills  of  heavenly   dny. 

Hymn  98.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Har^  ■  ri  complain?  d  of. 

i  AyTY  he^rt,    how  d  eadful   hard  it  is! 
AVA  How  heavy   here  it   lies; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft, 
Juil    like   a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin.   like    a  racing  tyrant,   fits 

Upon    this  flinty   throne; 
And  every  grace  lies  buty'd  deep, 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

3  How  Teldom  do^I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 
This   mountain   preiTes   down  my  faith,  , 

And  chilis  my  flaming   love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 

With  all  its  heavenly  charms, 
This  ftubborn,   this  relentiefs  thing. 
Would  thruft  it  from   mine  arms, 

5  Againft   the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebel iious  I   have  flood; 
My    heart,  it   (hakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fea ! 
None   but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

Hymn  99.     Common  Metre.     [*1 

The  book  oj  God's  decrees, 

1  T    ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
A-j  Abas'd  before  their  God; 
Whate'er  his  fove reign  voice  has  form'd 

He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  [Ten  thoufand   ages  ere  the  Ikies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All    he  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparow,  or  a  worm, 

Bui's  found  in  his  decrees; 


408 Hymn  100. B.  II. 

He    raifes  monarch*  to  their  thrones, 
And  finks  them    as  he    plcafe.] 

4  If  light  attend   the   courfe  I   run, 

'lis   he   provides  thofe  rays; 
And   'tis   his  hand  that    hides  my  fun, 
If  darkiiefs   cloud   my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not   be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainly   long  to  fee, 
In  volumes   of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  arc  writ  for   me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the   choien  of  his  love, 
The  followers   of  the   Lamb. 

Hymn  100.      Long  Metre,     [b] 

The  pnftno-  o/  Chrijl  is  tL  life  of  my  JcuL 

1  T  TOW  full  of  anguifh  is  the   thought, 
ii-    How  it  di  lira  els  and  teais   my    heart, 
If  God,   at    lad,    my  fovereign  Judge, 
Should  frown,    and  bid  iny   foul,   Depart ! 

2  Lord,  when   I   quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where   mall  1    fly  but  to   thy  bread  ? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home, 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot   live  contented  here, 
Without  fomc  glimpfes  of  thy  face; 
And   heaven,  without  thy  prefence  there, 
Would  be   a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares   engrofs   the  day, 
And   ho'd  my  thoughts  afide   from   thee, 
The   fhining  hours   of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  evening  villi's  paid 

Be* ween  my  Saviour   and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night !  how  fad  the  (hade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flelh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,   yet  part  with  all  my  blood; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  [Chrift  is   my  light,    my  life,   my  care, 
My   bleflcd   hope,   my    heavenly  prize; 
Dearer  chan  all  my  paflions  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  mine  eyes. 


B.  II.  Hymn  101,  102.  400 

8  The  ft  lings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they   can  never,    never   part 

With   their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.] 

9  ("My  God  !  and  can   a  humble   child, 
That    loves   thee  with   a  flame  fo  high, 
Be   ever  from   thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine   eye  ? 

io  Impofiible  !   for  thine  own  hands 
Have    iy'd  my  heart  fo  fait,  to  thee  ! 
And  in  thy   book   the  promife   ftands, 
That  where   thou   arr,   thy  friends   muft  be,] 

Hymn  101.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

The  uor/d's  three  chief  temptations, 

1  TX^HEN,   in   the   light   of  faith  divine, 

VV      We  look  on  things   below, 

Honour,  and  gold,  and    fenfual  joy, 

How   vain  and   dangerous  too! 

2  [Honour's   a  puff  of  noify  breath; 

Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlading  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whiift  others  flarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed   on  mining  duft, 
They  rob  the   frrpent  of  his  food, 
T'   indulge  a  fordid    luft,] 

4  The  pleafures   that  allure  our  fenfe, 

Are  dangerous   fnares  to  fouls ; 
There's   but   a  drop  of  flattering  fweet, 
And   dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-fufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my   vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

6  In  vain   the  world  accofts  mine  ear, 

And   tempts  my  heart  anew ; 
I   cannot  buy   your  blifs  fo  dear, 
Nor  part   with  heaven  for  you. 

Hymn  102.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

A  happy  refurredion. 
l  ^[O,  I'll  repine  at   death  no   more, 
i\    But,   with  a  cheerful  gafp,  refign 

I  1 


410 Hymn  103. B.  II. 

To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,    withering  limbs  of  mine. 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft, 
My  God  (hall  raife  my  frame  anew, 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred   morning,   through  the  fkies, 
Bring  that  delightful,    dreadful    day  ; 

Cut  fnort  the  hours,    dear  Lord,  and  come  ;. 
Thy  lingering  wheels,  how  long   they  flay! 

4  ("Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy   returning  face ; 
And  hear  the  language   of  thofe    lips 
Where  God  has  fned  his  richeft  grace.  J 

5  [Hade,  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  deeping  clay ; 
That  we  may  join   in  heavenly  joys, 
And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 


Hymn  103.     Copimon  Metre.     [&] 

ChriJVs.  commijfion.     John   iii.    16,    17. 

1  /^  OME,  happy   fouls,  approach  your  God*. 
V^y   With   new  melodious  fongs ; 

Come,   tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your   tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 

That  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them   life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jcliis,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod ; 
No  hard   commiflion   to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all   was   mild, 

And  wrath  foilook  the   throne, 
When   Chrift  on  the  kind   errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 
5.  Here,    (inners,   you  may   heal  your  wounds^ 
And  wi}>e  your  forrows  dry  : 
Truft  in   the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you   (hall  never  die. 
6  See,  deareft   Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept,  thine  ofTei'd  gjace> 


B.  II.  Hymn  104,  105.  411 

m  f's   love, 
An  Father    [ra;(e. 


Hymn  104.     Short  Metre.     [&] 

l      "O  A5SE  your   triumphant  fongs 
-Tv.  To  an   mi  mortal   tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth   relour.d  the  deeds 
Ccleftiai  grace  has  done. 
£       Sing   how   Eternal  Love 
Its  <  hief  Beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raife   our  wretched  race 
Prom   their  abyfs  of  woes. 
$      His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes   his  brow ; 
No   bolts  to   drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames   below. 
4      'Twas  mercy   fill'd   the   throne, 
And  wrath  flood  dent  by, 
When   Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  dowi> 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
6       Now,  fmners,  dry   your  tears, 
Let  hopelers  forrow  ceafe ; 
Bow  to  the  fceptre   of  his  love, 
And  take  the   offer'd  peace. 
6       Lord,   we  obey  thy  call  ; 
We   lay   an  humble  claim 
To  the   lalvation   thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 

Kymn  105.     Common  Metre,    [b] 

Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  Go£* 
1     A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive? 
x~V  And  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing   love, 
That  bears  us   up   from  hell! 
-£  The  burden   of  our  weighty   guilt 
Would   link  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  cru fn  our  feeble  frames. 
3  Almighty  goodnrfs  cries   Fcrbtar! 
And   itraight  the    thunder  flays  : 
And    dare  we   now  provoke  his   wratb*. 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 


412  Hymn  106,  107.  B.  II, 

4  Lord,   we  have   long  ibus'd  thy    love, 

Too   long  indulg'd  our   fin  -f 
Our  aching   hearts  e'en  bleed    to   fee 
What  rebels  'we   have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lufts,   (hall  ye  command ; 

No   more    will   we  obey; 
Stretch   out,  O   God,   thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

Hymn  106.      Common  Metre.      [b] 

Repentance  at  the  crofs. 

1  /^\H,    if  my  foul  was   form'd  for  wo, 
V_/  1  Jew  would  I   vent  my  fighs ! 
Repentance   mould   like  rivers   flow 

From  both  my   flreaming  eyes. 

2  Twas   for  my  fins,  my  dearcfl  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed    tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying   life    . 
For  thee,   my  foul,  tor  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd   my   God ; 
Thofe  fins   that  pieic'd  and  nail'd  his  flefh 
Fall  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  mail  die ; 

My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor   will   I  fpare  the  guilty   things 

That  made   my   Saviour   bleed. 
£  Whilft,   with   a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murderd  Lord    I   view, 
I'll    rai'e  revenge  againft  my  fins, 

And  flay  the  murderers   too. 

Hymn  107.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

The  cverlajling  abfencc  of  God  intolerable. 

1  HPHAT  awful  day  will  furely   come, 

JL    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte, 
When  I  mull  ftand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs   the  foleinn  teft. 

2  Thou   lovely   Chief  of  all   my  joys, 

Thou   Sovereign   of  my  heart, 
How  could  I    bear  to   hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce   the  found,  Depart  / 

3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal   worci 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 


B.  IT. Hymn  103. 413 

'Twould   tear   my   foul    afunder,    Lord, 
With  mod  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What,   to  be  banifh'd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 

To  linger   in  eternal   pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly  !J 

5  Oh !  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my   doleful   (lation  where 
I  muft  not  tafte  his  love  ! 

6  Jefus,  I    throw   mine   arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy   brenft  ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot    reft. 

7  Oh!    tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven   on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife,  in  thy   book, 
Where  my  faivation  (lands. 

8  {Give    me  one  kind,   adoring  word, 

To  fink  my  fears  again; 
And  cheerfully   my  foul    fnall  wait 
Her  threefcore  years  and  ten.] 

Hymn    10S.      Common  Metre.     [*Q 

Accejs  to  the  throne   of  grace  by  a  Mediator,. 

1  pOME,  let   us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V^   Up  to  the  courts  above, 

And  fmile  to  fee   our   Father   there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful   wrath, 

And  fhot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appcar'd  confuming  fire, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops    of  Jefus*   blood, 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  fnce  ; 
That  fprinklt-d  o'er   the  burning  throne, 
And   turn'd  the  wrath   to  grace ! 

4  Now  may  we  bow  before  his  feet, 

And   venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery   cherub  guards  his  fear, 
Nor  double  flaming  fword. 
j  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  blifs. 
Are  open'd   by   the  vScn  ; 
L  1  2 


414  Hymn  109,  110.  B.  II. 

High  let  us  mile  our  notes  of  praifc, 
And  reach  th'  Almighty  throne. 
6  To   thee   ten  thoufand   thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on    high  ; 
And  glory  to   th'  eternal   King, 
Who  lays    his   fury  by. 
^  ■  i       —  ■ 

Hymn    109.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  darhiefs  oj  providence* 
i  T    ORD,  we  adore   thy  wift   delight, 

-A— *  Th'  oblcure  abyfs  of  providence  ! 

Too    deep  to  found   with  mortal  lines, 

Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 
fi  Now   thou  array'ft  thine  awful   face 

In  angry  frowns,    without  a  fmile  : 

We,  through  the  cloud,    believe  thy  grace, 

Secure  of  thy   compafiion  Hill. 

3  Through  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
We   iail   by'faith,  and  not  hy  fight ; 
Faith   guides  us  in  the  wilderneis, 
Through   all  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

4  Dc.^r  Father,    if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolvc  to  fcourge   us  here  below; 
Still   let   us  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  3rm  fhall    bear   us  fafely    through. 

Hymn  110.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Triumph  over  death,  in  hope  of  the  refurrttlion. 

1  A  ND  mud  this  body  die  ? 
■L**  This   mortal   frame  decay  ? 

And  muft  thefe  aclive    limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,   earth  and  worms 
Shall  but   refine  this  flefh, 

Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
And  often  from   the  fkies 

Looks  down,  and  watches   all  my  cufi, 
Till   he  fhall  bid  it  rile. 

4  Array'd   in  glorious  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies   fhine ; 

Apd  every   fhnpe,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 


Hymn  111,  112,  415 

Thefe  lively    hopes  we  owe 

To  Jefus'   dying  love; 
We  would  adore  his  grace   below, 

And   fing  his  power  above. 
6      Dear  Lord,   accept   the   praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
fill  tunes  of  nobler  found   we  raife 

With  our  immortal   tongues.     

Hymn  111.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Thankfgiving  for  vicion1  ;   or>    God's    dominion^    arte, 

cur  deliverance- 
j   ^ION   rejoice,   and   Judah   fing, 
1-A  The  Lord  aflumes  his   throne  ; 
Come,  let  us  own   the  heavenly   King, 
And  make  his  glories   known. 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proad, 

From  their  high  fears  are  h ur Pd  ; 
Jehovah  rides  upon   a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon   th'  eternal  hills, 

Diftributes  mortal    crowns  ; 
Empires  are    fix'd  beneath   his  fmiles, 
And   totter  at  his   frowns. 

4  Navies,  that  rule  the  oce^n   wide, 

Are  vanquifh'd   by    his  breath, 
At  d  legions,  arm'd  with  power   and  pride, 
Defcend  to  watery  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more   pretence 

To  vex  our    happy  land  : 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence. 
Our  buckler  is   his  hand. 

6  [Still  may  the  King  of  Grace  defcend, 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  : 
And  all  the  honours  we   can  give, 
Be  offer'd  to  the   Lord. J 

Hymn   112.     Long  Metre.     [«r] 

Angels  adminijierivg  to  Ckrifl   and  faints. 
\   f~^  RE  AT   God,   to  what  a  glorious  height 

VJT  Hall  thou   advane'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 

Angels,    in  all    their   robes   of  light. 

Are  made  the   fcrvants   of  his  throne. 
2  Before   his  fe°t   thine  armies   wait, 

And  fwift  as  flame*  of  fire  they  mo 


416  Hymn  113. B.  II. 

To  manage  his   affairs  of  ftatc, 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hods, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 

To  fhield  and  guard  our  native  coafls, 
When   foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now   they   are   fent   to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to    the   gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all   the  dangers   that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heavenly   road. 

.5  Lord,  when   I    leave  this  .mortal   ground, 
And  thou  fhalt  bid  me  rife,  and  come, 
Send   a   beioved  angel   down, 
Safe  to  conducl  my   fpirit  home. 

Hymn  113.     Common   Metre.     [*] 

Thc-fame* 
1  HPHE  majefty-  of  Solomon, 
JL    How  glorious  to  behold  ; 
The   fervants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
The  ivory  and  the  gold  ! 
-2  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  paface  fliines 
With  far   fuperior  beams ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as   winds, 
Thy  mmifiers  are  flames. 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had   made 

His  entrance   on   the  earth, 
A   fbining  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate   his  birth. 

4  And  when  opprefs'd  with   pains  and  fears, 

On  the  coid  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heavenly  form  appears, 
T*  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Cbriii  our  King, 

Are  all   their  legions  given; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,   and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heaven. 

6  Pleafure   and  praife  run   through   their  hod, 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
That   Satan   has  a  captive  loft, 
And  Chrift  a  fubjec*   born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy,  . 

When  he  his  angels  fends 


B.  II,  Hymn  114,  1 15.  417 

Obftinate   rebels  to    deilroy, 

And  gather   in   his  friends. 
8  Oh  !    could  I  fay,  without  a    doubt, 

44  Th  re  fhall   my  foul  be   Found,* 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  (hour, 

And   the   lad   trumpet   found. 

Hymn  114.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Chrijfs  death ,   victory ,  and  uctriru'on. 
1   T   SING   my  Saviour's  wondrous  death; 
A   He   connuer'd  when   he   fell  : 
'Tis  f.nifh'd,   faid  his   dying  breath, 
And  {hook  the  gates  of  hell. 
3  'Tis  fni/h'd,   our   Iromanuel  cries; 
The  dreadful  work  is  done  : 
Hence  (hall  his  fovereign  throne  arife; 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation   laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When,  through  the  regions  of  the    dead, 
He   pafs'd   to  reach  the  crown.  ♦ 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heaven  and   hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or   reward. 

5  The   faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  feveral    crowns, 
And  all  the  fons   of  darknefs   fly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

Hymn  115.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

Cod  the  avenger  of  his  faints  ;  or,  his  kingdom  J. up  rem. 

1  TTIGHas  the  heavens   above  the  ground 
II  Reigns  the   Creator,  God; 

Wide  as  the   whole  creation's  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

2  Let  princes  of  exilted  (late 

To  him  afcribe  their  crown  ; 

Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

And  cafl  their  glories  down. 

2  Know  that   his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain; 

He  calls  you  gods,   that  awful  name.. 

But  ye  mud  die   like  men. 


413  Hymn  1 16—118.  B.  II. 

4  Then   iet  tlie  lovereigns  of  the  giobe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like   a  robe, 
And  treads   the   worms   to   duft. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the   earth,   be   wife!, 

And  think  of  heaven  with  fear  ; 
The   raeaneft  faint  that  you  defpifj 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

Hymn  116.     Common  Metre.     [»] 

Mercies  and  thanks. 
I  TTOW  can  1  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
XJ.   As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge    pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 
<>  How  can   I  die  while   Jefus  lives, 
Who  rofe,  and  left  ihe  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine   exalted   Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  te   forever   thine  ; 
Whate'er   my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  ch?~riul   hands  refign. 

4  Yet,   if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 

And  duty   did  not  call, 
I  love   my   God   with  zeal  fo   great, 
That  I   mould  give  him  all. 

Hymn  117.     Long  JVtetre.    [t>] 

Living  and  dying  with.  God  prefent. 

I   CAN  NOT   bear  thine  abfence,    Lord  ; 
My  life   expires  if  thou  depart  : 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  ftil  linear  my  God, 
And   thou,   my  God,  be   near  my  heart, 
1  was  not  born  for  earth  or  Gn, 
Nor  can   I   live  on   things  fo  vile ; 
Yet  I  will  itay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heaven   a  while* 
3  Then,   dearert  Lord,  in   thine  embrace 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath ; 
And,   with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Pais  the  important  hour  of  Heath, 


I 


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B 


Hymn  118.     Long  Metre.     [*f) 

Tkt  priejlhood  of  Ckri/l. 
LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the   fkies; 
Revenge.'   the   blood  of  Abel  cries; 


B.  II.  Hymn  119,120.  413 

Bat   the  dear   dream,    when   Chrid  wis  ilain, 

Speaks  peace  as  loud  from    every  vein. 
9  PaTckm   and  peace   from   God   on  high; 

Behold  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ; 

And   rebels,  trm  defeive  h's   fword, 

Become  the  favourites  of  the  Lord. 
3  To  Jefus  let  our   praifes  rife, 

Who  pave  his   life  a   facrifice  : 

Now    he  appears  before   his  God, 

And  for  our  pardon   pleads   his   blood. 

Hymn  119.     Common  Metre.     [*3 

The  holy  jcriptures. 

1  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
-Li  1   fly   to   thee,  my   Lord; 

And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope   appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my   Father's  grace 

Does  all   my  grief  alTuage ; 
Heie  I  behold   my  Saviours  face 
Almoft  in  every  page. 

3  [This  is  the  field  where   hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That-  merchant  is   divinely  wife, 
Who  makes  this   pearl  his  own. 

4  Here   confecrated  water   flows, 

To  quench  my   thirft  of  fin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree   of  knowledge  grows ; 
No   danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge  who  ends  the  ftrife 

Where   wit  and   reafon    fail; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh,   may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy   road 
That  leads  to  thy    right  hand ! 

Hymn  120.     Short  Metre.      [*] 

Tk    law  and  gof pel  joined  in  fcribiuru 
1       HHUE    Lord   declares  his  will, 

*     And  keeps  the   world  in  awe  ; 
Amidft  the   fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 
S       The  Lord  reveals  his  face; 
And,  failing  from  above, 


420  Hymn  121,  122,  B.  11. 

Sends   clown    thr   gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th*  e  pi  (ties  of  his   love. 

3  Thefe   Tarred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  juft  commands; 

The   pity  of  his  melting   hoart, 
And   vengeance  of  his   hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 
We  draw-   our  comfort  hence  ; 

The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn   Chrift    crucify'd, 
And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 

All  arts  and  knowledges  befidi 
Will  do  us  little  good. J 

6  We  read  the   heavenly  word, 
We   take  the  offer d  grace, 

Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Loid, 
And  truft   his  promifes. 

7  In  vain   (hall   Satan  rage 
Againft  a  book    divine, 

Where  wrath   and  lightning   guard  the  \>dge, 
Where   beams  of  mercy   (hine. 

Hymn  121.    Long  Metre,    [b] 

The  law  and  go/pel  dijlinguijlied. 
i  HPHE    law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
JL     What   duties  to   our  God   we  owe  ; 
But   'tis  the  gofpel  mull   reveal 
Where  lies  our  ilrength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  (hews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  : 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleanfing   grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man    that  fails  but  once  !, 
But  in   the  gofpel   Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law; 
Fly  to  the   hope  the  gofpel  gives ; 

The    man   that   trufts    tiie    promife,    lives. 


'MYA 


Hymn  122.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

Retirement  and  meditation. 
God,   permit  me  not  to  be 
(hanger  to  myfclf  and  thee  ; 


B.  II.  Hymn  123,  124.  4'JI 

Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my    higheft  love. 

2  Why   fliculd  my  jnfTions  mix   with    earth, 
And  thus  debafe   mv  heavenly  birth  ! 
Why   fhould    I  cleav?  to   things   below, 
And  let  my  God,    my  Saviour,  go  ! 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefh  and    fenfe  ; 

One   fovereign  word  can  draw   me  thence  . 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys   refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all   her  fcenes,   withdrawn; 
Let  noife  and   vanity  be  gone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 

My   heaven,    and  there  my   God,   I   find. 

Hymn  123.      Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  benefit  of  public  ordinances, 
l     A  WAY  from  every  fhortal  care, 
«fx  Away  from   earth,   our  fouls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world   afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  t:ear  thy    feat. 
,  2  Lord,    in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We   fee   thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon   thy  lovely  face, 
And  iearn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  While   here,  our   various  wants  we   mou: 
United  groans    afccnd  on  high ; 

And  prayers  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  bleffings   in   variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage;  and  fin  grow   ftrong, 
Here   we  receive    fome  cheering  word; 
We   gird    the  gofpel   armour  on, 

To   fight   the  battles  of  the    Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 
fOur  conscience  gall'd  with   inward  0 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arife, 
With  healing  beams  beneath    his   wi: 

§  Father  !    my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
Within   thy  temple,   near  thy  fidj ; 
But  if  my  feet  mud  hence  depart, 
Still   keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

Hymn  124,     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Mo/es,  Aaront  and  Jcjhua. 
I  ,rT^IS  not  the  law  of  ten   COB 
JL    On  holy  Sinai   gh 


422  Hymn  125, 126-  B.  It. 

Or  lent  to  men    by  Mofcs'  hands, 

Can  bring  us  fate  to  heaven. 

fl   'Tis  not  the  blood  that  Aaron  fpilt, 

Nor  fmoke  of  fwectcft   fmcll, 

Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 

Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  prieft  reiigns  his  breath 

At  God's  immediate  will  ; 
And  in  the  delert   yields  to  death, 
Upon   th'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,   on  Jordan's  yonder   fide, 

The  tribes  of  Ifrael  ftand, 
While   Mofes  bow'd  his  head   and   dy'd 
Short   of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifrael,   rejoice,   now  Jofhua*   leads! 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the   prieft. 

Hymn  125.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

'  Faith  and  repentance,   unbelief  and  impenitence* 

1  T    IFE  and  immortal  joys  are   given 

JLi  To  fouls  that  mourn   the  fins  they've   done; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heaven, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal    Son. 

2  Wo  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  tea  Is  the  curfe   on  his  own  head, 
And  with   a  double  vengeance  dies. 

, — . 4  r. 

Hymn   126.     Common  Metre.     O] 

God  glorified  in   the  go/pel, 
2  HpHE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
X    Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  power,  and   truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay   their  glories  here. 

6  Here,  in  the  gofpel's  wondrous  frame, 

Frefh  wifdom  we  purfue; 
A  thoufand  angels   learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whatever   they  knew. 

*  Jcfhua  the  fame  with  Jefust  and  fignifies  a  Saviour 


B.  II.  Hymn  127,  128.  4-23 

3  Thy  name  is   writ  in  faired  lines ; 

1  hy   wonders  here  we   trace ; 
Wifclom  through  all  the  myftery  {hine$, 
And  fhines   in  Jefus*   face. 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owe:; 

To  our   incarnate   God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  (hows 
Its  honours   in    his  blood- 

5  But   ftili  the   luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts   employs. 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

Hymn  127.     Long  Metre.     [>] 

Circumcifwn  one: 
^Written  only  for  thofe  who  pra&fe  the  baptifm  of 

inf '" 
2  TpHUS  did  the  fons*  of  pais 

JL    Under  the  bloody  ftcil   of  grace  ! 

The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
Till   (Thrift  the  painful    bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  covenant,  and  his  love  ; 
He  feals  to  faints   his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid   their    infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is   fprinkled  with  his  bloo<i, 
Their  children  fet   apart   for  God; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring   fhed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  c^ery  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young    children  in   their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the    God  of  Abrah'm  praife. 

HYiMN   128.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Corrupt  nature  from  Adam. 
1  TJ  LEST   with    the  joys  of  innocence, 
-D     Adam,  our  father,  ftood, 
Till  he    debas'd  his  foul   to  fenfe, 
And  ate  th*  unlawful  food. 
i  Now   we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 
To  finful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
Reafon  has   lolt   its   native  place, 
And  fleQi  enfiaves  the   mind. 
3  While  flefh,   and  fenfe,  and  pafHon  reigns, 
Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good; 


424  Hymn  129,130.  B.  II. 

W     fnncy    mufic  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the   lond. 

4  Great  God  !   renew   our   ruin'd   frame, 

Our   broken    powers   re  (lore  : 
Infpire    us   with    a  heavenly  flame, 
And  flefh  ihall    rugn  no  more  ! 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy   law 

Upon    our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam   draw 
His  image  on    our   hoar's. 

Hymn  129.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

We  walk  by  faith,  not  0,  fight 
3  'HPIS  by  the  faith  of  joy^  to  come 

A     We  walk   through  deferts  dark  as  night; 
Till  we   arrive  at   heaven,   our   home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,    and   faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  fjght  fhe  well  fupplics ; 
She  makes  the   peariy  gates   appear; 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fhe   pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful   we  tread  the  defert  through, 
While   faith   infpires  a  heavenly  ray; 
Though  lions  roar,   and  tempefts   biow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill    the  way. 

4  So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  lioufe   to  walk    with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd   his  zeal   along  the  road. 


Hymn  130.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  new   creation.  . 

1  A  1  :  END,  while  God's  exaited  Son 
-t~V  Doth  his  own  glories  (hew  : 

"  Behold  I  fit   upon  my   throne, 
"  Creating   all  things  new. 

2  "Nature  and   (in  are  pafs'd  away, 

"And  the  old   Adam  dies; 
41  My  hands   a  new  foundation  lay; 
M  See    the  new  world  anfe. 

3  "I'll  be  a  Sun  of  Kightcoufnefs 

"To  the   new  heavens  I  make; 
"  None  but  the   new-bo  a    heirs  of  grace 
*'  My    glories  (ball    partake." 

4  Mighty    Redeemer !  fet   me  free, 

From  my  old  (late   of  fin  ; 


B.  II-  Hymn  131,  132.  42.! 

Oh,  make  my    foul   alive   to  thee, 
Create  new  powers   within, 

5  Renew   mine  eyes,  and  form   mine  cars, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 
Give  me  new  pallions,  joys  and  fears, 
And   turn  the   ftone   to  flefti. 

6  Far  from   the  regions  of  the   dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 
I   would  forever  dwell. 

Hymn  131.     Long  Metre.     [&] 

The  excellency  of  the  Lhrijl?an  religion. 

1  T    ET   everlafting  glories  crown 

-Li  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and   my   Lord  5 
Thy  hands   have   hrought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the   bleffings   in  thy  word. 

2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall   be  no  religion  found 

So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to   rell  upon  ; 
With  long   defpair  the   fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blelfed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife   and  holy  thy  commands ! 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they   be! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  flands! 

5  [Not  the   feign'd  fields   of  heath'nifh   blifs. 
Could  raife   fuch  plealures  in   the  mind^ 
Xor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 

Pretend   to  joys   fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
AfTault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 
I'd  caU  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And   bind  the   gofpel  to  my    heart. 

Hymn   132.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

The  offices  of  Chnjt. 
1  \\T^  Wefs  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
VV     That  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall   iead  us  in    thy   ways. 
fc  We  reverence  our  High-Priefl  aboye, 
Who  ofipr'd    up  his  blood, 
m   *. 


426  Hymn  133, 134.  B.  IL 

And  lives    to  carry  on  his  i  wo, 
By   pleading  with  oir  G 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King; 

How  fwcet  are  his  commands! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell   and  fin, 
By   his  almighty  hands. 

4  Holanna  to   his  glorious  name, 

Who  faves   by    different  ways ; 
His   mer.ies  lay  a   fovereign  claim 
To  our   Immortal   praife. 
-■■'■■        — ■ . ■  ■      ■• '- -— ■« .       »  ■■ 

Hymn  133.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  upcraLons  of  the   Hoi)  Spirit, 

1  INTERNAL    Spirit,    we    confefs, 

-l_j   And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy   grace  ; 
Thy  power  convey?  our  biefjings  down 
From   God  the  Father,   and  the  Son. 

2  Enhghten'd  by  thine  heavenly  ray, 
Our  manes  and  darknefs  turn  to   day  : 
Thine   inward  teachings  make   us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too, 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  cf  r-ignmg  fin; 
Do  our  imperious  lufr,  fubclue, 

And   form  our  wretched   hearts^  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confeience  knows  thy  voice ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  (urges  of  the.  mini. 

Hymn  134.     Common  Metre.     [«] 

Circumcifwv  abclijhed, 

1  HPHE   promife  was  divinely  free, 

X    Extenfive  was   the  grace ; 
"  I  will  the   God  of  Abrah'm  be, 
44  And  of  his  numerous   race." 

2  He  faid — and  with  a  bloody   feal 

Confirm'd   the  words  he  fpoke; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm   feel 
The   (harp  and  painful  yoke, 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flefh   to  bleed; 
And    Gentiles  tafte  the  bleflings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abrah'm  claims  our  praife  \ 

His  promifes  enduic  \ 


B.  II.         Hymn  135—137.  427 

t  . , 

And  Chrifl  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways, 

Makes    the    r.ilv^{inn  fu.c  __ 

Hymn  135,     Long  Metre.     [#] 

Types  and  prophtcitz  of  Chrift. 

1  T>  EHOLD   the  woman's  promis'd  feed  ! 
-D  Behold  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 
Beho:d  the  prophets  ail  agreed 

To  give  him  the    fup-rior  room! 

2  Abral.'*r.  the  faint,    rejoiced   of  old, 
When   viiions  of  the  Lord   he  faw ; 
Mofes,   the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fu)  filler  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  - 
ObtaiiVd  their  chief  defign,   and  teas 
The  incenie,   and  the  bleeding    lamb, 

J  he   ark,    the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 
redietions  in  abundance  meet, 
To  join  their  b!e fTmgs  on  his  head  ; 
Jefus,  we   worfnip  at  thy   ieet, 
And   nations  own   the   promis'd   Cc^d, 

Hymn  136^     Long  Metre.     [#] 

Miracla  at  the  birth,   cf  Chrifl. 

1  "  I  ^HE  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son 

JL    To  make  his  entrance   on  this  earth  ; 

Behold   the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heavenly    holts  declare  his  birth  ! 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories   meet ; 
An  unknown  liar  arofe  and  led 

The   eaftern  fages  to  his    E  •• 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward    they  felt  the  fa c red  fire, 

And  blefs'd  the  Babe,  and  own'd  his  oar 

4  Let  Jews   and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy   Child  with   fcorn ; 
Our  fouls  adore   th'  eternal   God, 

Who    cor.d^fcendeu  to   he    born. 

Hymn  137.     Long  Metre.     O] 

Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and    tefurreclion  of  C 
1  "D  EHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive! 

XJ  Behold  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  fpeak  wonders !    and  the  lame 

Leap  like  the   hart,   and  biefs  his  n. 


428  Hymn  138,139.  B.  If, 

2  Thus  dom    th'  eternal  Spirit   own 
And    lenl    the  miffion  of  his    Son; 
The  Father   vindicates    his  caufe, 
While  he   hangs  bleeding  on  the   crofs. 

3  He  dies!   the  heavens  in  mourning  flood; 
He   rifes!  and    appears  a   God: 

Behold  the    Lord    afcending    high, 
No  more  to   bleed,   no  more   to  die! 

4  Hence   and   forever  from  my   heart 

I   bid   my   doubts   and   fears    depart; 
And  to   thole  hands   my  foul    rcfign, 
Which  bear  credentials   fo  divine. 

Hymn  138.     Long  Metre.     [«J 

The  pozver  cf  the  gefpd. 

1  HP  HIS  is  the  word  of  truth   and  love, 

X.     Sent   to  the  nations  from  above; 
Jehovah   here  refolves  to  (hew 
What    his  almighty   grace  can   do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind; 

This   lover:  ign    balm,  whofe   virtues  can 
ReftOR    the  ruin'd    creature,  man. 

3  The  gofpel  bids   the   dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey   the  voice,  and    live ; 

Dry    bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd   afrefh  ; 
And  hearts  of  {rone  are  turn'd  to  fleih. 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  (hades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  Strikes   a  heavenly  light ; 
Our   lulls  its  wondrous   power  controls, 
Arfti  calms  the  rage  of  angry    fouls. 

5  Lions  and  beads  of  favage   name 
Put  on  the  nature    of  the    hmh  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  Orange, 
Gaze,   and   admire,  and  hare  the  change.] 

6  May   but   this  ^race   my   foul  renew, 
Let  tinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The   word    that  laves  me,  does  engage 
A   fure   defence  from    all*  their  rage. 


Hymn  139.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  example  of  Chnji. 
2  TV /TV   dear   Redeemer,   and  my  Lord, 
iVJL  I   read   my  duy    m    thy  word: 
lint  in   thy   life    the   lav*     ppears, 
Prawn  out  in  Irving  characters. 


B.  II. Hymn  140,  141,  429 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,    and  fuch  thy   zeal, 
Such  deference   to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 

I  would  trmfciibe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the   midnight  air, 
Witnefs'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer; 
The   defert  thy  temptations   knew, 
Thy  confiicr,  and  thy    victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern;  make  me  bear 
Mere  of  thy  gracious  image  here; 

Then  God,   the  Judge,  (hall  own  my  name 
Amoogft  the    followers  of  the   Lamb. 

Hymn  1 40.   Common  Metre.    [*] 

The  examples  of  Chrijt  and  the  faints* 
i   /^  IVE  me  the   wings  of  faith,  to  rile 
VJ  Within   the   veil,  and  fee 
The   faints   above,    how  great   their  jcys, 
How   bright  their  glories  be  ! 
2.  Once   they  were  mourning  here  below, 
And  wet   their  couch  with  tears; 
They   wreftled   hard,  as  we   do   now, 
With  fms,  and  doubts,   and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them  whence  their  victory  earner 

They,   with   united  breath, 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb; 
Their    triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  rr.ark'd    the  fo^tfteps   that   he    I 

(His   zeal   infpir'd  their  breaft) 
And,   following  their   incarnate  God, 
Poflefs'd  the  promi^'d   reil. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife, 

For    his  own    pattern  given; 
While  the    long   cloud  of  witneflcs 
Shows  the   fame  path   to    heaven. 

Hymn  141.      Common  Metre.      [*] 

Faitn  ajfijtcd  by  fenfe ;  or,  preaching,  kaptifm,  and  the 
Lord's  /upper. 

1  A/TY  Saviour  God,  my  fovereign   Prince 
1YA.  Reigns  far   above    the  fkies ; 

But   bnng   his  graces  down    to  fenfe, 
And    helps  my    faith  to   rife. 

2  Mine    eyes  and  ears  fnali   blefs   his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word; 


430  Hymn  142,  143.  B.  II. 


My   touch  and  tafte  fhall  do  the   fcime, 
When  they   receive  the   Lord, 

3  Baptifmal  water  is   defign'd 

To   feal   his   cleanfing  grace ; 
While  at  his  feaft  of   bread  and  winet 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my   flcfh    fo  clean, 

As,   by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood, 

He'll  wafh   my   foul  from  fin. 

5  Not  choiccft   meats,  nor  nobleft;  wines, 

So  much   my  heart  refrcfh, 
As  when   my   faith  goes  through   the  figns, 
And   feeds   upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love   the  Lord,   who  {loops  fo  low, 

To  give   his   word   a  feal ; 
But  the  rich  grace  his   hands  bellow 
Exceeds  the  figures  dill. 

Hymn  U2.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Faith  in  Ckrijl  our  faenfice, 
i       AJOT  all  the  blood  of  bean's, 
1^1    On  Jewifh  altars  {lain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peacc^ 
Or  wafli  away  the   {lain. 
e       But  Chrifl,   the   heavenly  Lamb, 
lakes  all  our  fins  away; 
A  facrifice   of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith   would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And    there  confefs  my   fin. 

4  My  foul   looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens   thou  didft  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And   hopes   her  guilt  was  there. 
£      Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee    the  curfe  remove  ; 

We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing   his  bleeding  love. 

Hymn  143.     Common  Metre.     [^] 

Flcjh    and  Spirit. 
HAT  different  powers  of  grace   ami  (m 
Attend  our  mortal  Hate  I 


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B.  II.  Hymn  144,  145.  431 

____— —  — i    t    i      i 

I   hate    the  thoughts  that   work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  ha.e. 
£  Now  I  complain,    and  groan,   and  die, 
While  fin  and  Satan    reign  ; 
Now  raife   my  longs  of  triumph  high. 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  (buggies   with  the  light, 

Till   perfeel   day   arife  ; 
Water  and  fire   maintain  tjie  fight 
Until  the   weaker  dies. 

4  Thus   will  the  flefh  and   Spirit  ft'ive, 

And  vex  and  break  my   peace  \ 
But   I  {hall  quit  this  mortal   liie, 
And  fin  forever  ceafe. 


Hymn   144.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  effufiou  of  the  Spirit ;    or,  the  fuccefs  of  the  gcfpcL 
l  /^  RE -\T  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  gteat,        ' 
V-X  When   the    divine    difciples  met; 
Whiift  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 
ft  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  power  to  give,    and  power  to  fave  ! 
Furnith'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous   words, 
lnftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and   1  words. 

3  Thus   arm'd,  he   lent    the  champions   forth, 
from  eaff  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  nor'h ; 

M  Go,   and  alTert  your   Saviour's  caufe ; 
M  Go,  fpread  the  mjrftery  of  his  croft*" 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy   war, 
Of  what  almighty   force  they   are, 
To  make  our  ftubbom  paflior.3  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,   the   learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heavenly  arms  fubdu'd; 
While   Satan  rages  at  h.s  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doclrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  Grace,    my  heart  iubdue , 
I  would   be  led  in  trium. 

A  willing  captive  to 

And  fing  the  victor:.  word. 


Hymn   145.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

,ht  through  a  glafs,  and  J  ace  to 
VE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 


Si^ht  through  a  glafs,  and  face  to  facS 
1  T   LOVE  the  window*  of  thy  grace, 
-i   Through  which   my   Lord  is  icen  3 


432  Hymn  146,  147.  B.  IL 

And   long  to  nie-t  my    Saviours   face, 

Without  a   elafa  l>' twcen. 
2  Oh,     h<\-   the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith   to   fi^ht  ; 
1  fhali  behold  my  Lord  at   home 

In  a  diviner  light. 
Q  Hafle,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

Thefe  inrcrpofing  days ! 
Then  (hall  my   pa  (lions  all   be  love, 

And  all  my  powers  be  praife. 


Hymn  146.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

77?     vanity  of  creatures ;  or,   no  rcfi  on  earth, 

1  A/fAN  has  a  foul    of  vaft  defires; 
AVI.  He  burns  within  with   refllefs   fires! 
ToiVd   to  and  fro,   his   paflions    fly 
From   vanity  to   vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some    folid  good  to  fill   the   mind  : 
We  try  new    pleasures — but  Vve  feet 
The  inward  third  and   torment  ftili. 

3  So  when  a   raging  fever  burns, 

We  fliift  from  lide  to   fide,   by  turns  ; 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gam, 

To  change   the   place,  but  keep  the   pain. 

4  Great  God!    fubdue  this  vicious   thirft, 
This  love  to    vanity  and  duft ; 

Cure  the    vile  fever  of  the   mind, 
Ann  fc-d   our  fouls  with  joys    refin'd. 

Hymn  14-7.     Common  Metre,     [*J 

The  creation  of  the  world. 

1  "  "VTOW  let  a  fpacious  world   arife," 

1 11    Said  the   Creator,  Lord ; 
At  once   th'  obedient  earth   and   fkies 
Rofe  at   his  fovereign   word. 

2  [Dark   was   the  deep ;    the  waters  lay 

Ccnfr.s'd,  and   drown'd   the   land  ; 
He  call'd   the   light — the  new-bom  day- 
Attends  on   his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on   high  ; 

The  clouds  afcend,   and  bear 
A .  watcrv  treafure    to  the  fky, 
And   float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid   element   below 

\\rd>  gathcr'd  by  his  hand; 


B.  II. Hymn  14S. 433 

The  rolling  feas   together  fljw, 
And   leave  the  folid   land. 

5  With  herbs  and   plants  fa  flowery  birth ) 

The  naked   globe   he  crown'd, 
Ere  there  was    rain  to  blefs  the  ear 
Or  fun  to  warm   the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd   the  upper  fkics : 

Behold  !  the   fun  appears 
The  moon  and  ftars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark   out  months  and   years. 

7  Out   of  the  deep  th'   Almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame; 
The  painred   fowls  of  every  wing, 
And  fifh  of  every   name.] 
i   He   gave  the    lion   and  the   worm 
At   once  their  wondrous   birth  ; 
And   grazing   beads,    of  various  form, 
Role  from    the  teeming  earth. 
9  Adam   was  form'd   of  equal  clay, 
Though  fovereign  of  the  reft, 
Deiign'd  for  nobler   ends  than  they, 
With    God's  own  image   bleft. 
;o  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's   eye, 
The  young  creation  flood; 
He    (aw  the    building  from  on  high, 
Kis  word    pronoune'd  it  good. 
!  i   Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  (lands 
T  y  praife   fnall  fill    my  tongue; 
But   t'ie   new  world  of  grace  demands 
A    :nore  exalted    fong. 

Hymn  148.     Common  Metre.     [*] 
God  reconciled  in  Ckr 
i  T^\EAREST  of  all  the  names   above. 
U  My    Jems,    and  my    God  ! 
Who  can  refill  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle   with    thy   blood  r 
2  Til   by   the  merits  of  thy  des 
The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 

by   thine  interceding   breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with   men. 
ill  God  in   human  fleih  I  fee, 
e.hts  no  comfort*  tqid  ; 
n   n 


4G4- HYMN  J  49,  ISO.  3.  It 

1  ic  holy,  jutt,  and  facrcd    Three 
Ate   terrors   to   my  mind. 

4  Bur   it*  I  mm  nuel's  fr.ee   appear, 

My   hope,    my  joy    begins  ; 
His  name    forbids  my    flavtfh  fear, 
ilis  grace  removes  my  Gns. 

5  While  Jews  on   iheir  own   law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wildom  boaft, 
I  love  th'   incarnate  myftcry, 
And   there   I   fix   my   truft. 


Hymn  149*     Common  Metre.     O] 
Honour  to  magifiratd'i  or,  govtmmtnt  from  God* 
itT^'l  i/rvN  AL   Sovereign  of  the  iky, 
-L  And  Lord  of  all  he  low, 
We   mortals  to  thy.  Majefiy 
Our  fiift   obedience    owe. 

2  Our  fouls   adore  thy   throne  fuprerne,v 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
For  magiftraes  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence* 

3  [The   rulers   of   thefe   States  fhatl   mine 

With   rays  above   the   reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 

To  make  a<  nation   blcft.j 
4,  Kingdoms  on   firm  foundations   {land, 

While    virtue  finds   reward  ; 
And  finners  perifh   from   the   land, 

By  jufvrce  and  the   fword. 
5  Let   Cesar's  due   be  ever  paid 

To  Cefar  and   his   throne; 
Bur  confeiences  and  fv>u!s  were  made 

To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

Hymn  150.     Common  Metre,  [bj 

The   deccitj fu/ne/s  fff  Jin* 
1    CIN  has  a    thouiand  treacherous  arts 
O  To   piiWlife  on    the   mind ; 
With  flittering   looks  (he   tempts  our-,hearts> 
But    leaves  a  fting  behind. 
2- With   names  of  viitue  (be  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young ; 
And  while  the  hecdlefs  wretch  believes, 
She  nukes   his  fetters  Orong. 
3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  ihe  brings. 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence;. 


38.  IL  Hymn  151, 152.  4fK 

But  cheats  the  foul  et  heavenly   things, 

And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 
4  So,  on  a   tree   divinely  fair, 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother   took   the  poifon  there, 

And  tainted  all   her  blr.od. 

Hymn  151.     Long  Metre.     [«] 
Prophecy  and  injpiratio*. 

1  '"  I  S\VAS  by   an  order   from   the   Lord, 

X    The  ancient  prophets  Ipoke  his   word; 
His  Spirit   did  their   tongues    infpire, 
And  wanm'd   their  hearts   with  heavenly  fire. 

2  The   works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought* 
Confirm'd   the  meflugrs  they  brought  ; 

The   prophet's  pen  lucceedb   his  breath, 
To  fave   the   holy  words   from  death. 

3  Great  God!  mine  eyes  with   plealure  look 
On  the  dear   volume  of  thy  book; 
There   my  Redeemers  face  I  fee, 

And  read  his  n3me  who  dy'd  tor  me. 

4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft,   and  vaniih   in   the   wind  ; 
Here  1  can  fix    my   hope  fee  tire  ; 
This   is  thv  word,  and    mud  endure. 

Hymn  152.     Common  Metre.     [^] 
Sinai  ant.  Sion.     Heb.   xii.   iK  &c. 

%  XJOT  to  the   terrors   of   the  Lord, 
x\    The   tempelh    fire  and   hnoke ; 
Not  to  the  thunder   of  rliat  word 
Which  God  on   Sinai  ipoke  : 

2  But  we   are  come  to  Srorrs  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
W  here  milder  words  oeclare   his  will, 
And   fpread  his  love  ib?oad. 

3  Behold  tn'  innumerable  hoif 

Of  angels,  cloth' d   in  light! 
Behold   the  fpirits  of  the  jaft, 

>(e  faith  is   turn'd  to  fight ! 
,4  Behold  the  blelt.  aflembly  there, 

VVhofe   names  are  writ  in  heaven; 
And  God,  the  jud^e  of  ait,   declares 
Their  vileft  fins   forgiven. 
£  The   faints   en  eanh,  and  all    the  de*acL; 
JSut  one  communion   make,; 


436 Hymn  153,  154.  B.  II, 

AH  join   in    Chriir,   their  living  Head, 

And  of  his  grace  partake. 
6  In  fuch  fociety   as   this 

My   weaiy  foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  that  dwells    where  Jefus   is, 

Muff    be  forever    bird. 

Hymn  153.     Common  Metre.     [J>] 

The  diflcmper,  folly,    and  madnefs  of  fin, 
i    CIN,    like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
&  Infe&s  our  vital   blood  ; 
The  only  balm  is  fovereign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician,   God. 

2  Our  beauty  and   our  ftrength  are  fled, 

And   we  draw  near  to  death, 
But  Quiff  the  Lord  recals  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs  by   nature  reigns  within, 

The  pauions  burn  and  rage, 
Till   God's  own  Son,  with  fkil!  divine, 
The   inward   fire  afluage. 

4  [We  lick  the  duft,   we  grafp  the  wind, 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife. J 

5  We   give  our    fouls  the  wounds  they  fee!3 

We  drink  the  poifonous  gall, 

And  rufh  with  fury  down  to    hell  ; 

But  Heaven  prevents  the  fall. 

6. [The  man  poffefs'd  among  the  tombs, 

Cuts   his  own  flefh  and  cries  : 

He   foams  and   raves,  till   Jefus  comes, 

And  the   foul    fpirit  flies.] 

Hymn  154.     Long  Metre,     [fc] 

Self- rig hteoufn efs  infufficievt. 

l   "\T7HERE  are  the  mourners,"  faith  the  Lord, 
VV     "That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word? 
"That  walk   in  darknefs  all   the   day? 
"Come,  make   my  name  your  truft  and  ftay. 

g  "[No   works   nor   duties  of  your  own 
"Can  for  the  fmallefl  fin  atone  : 
"The  robes  that  nature   may  provide, 
"  Will   not  your   lcafl  pollution   hide. 

3  "The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows 
"Can  give  the   confeience   no  rcpole  : 


B.  II.  Hymn  155,  156.  43? 

u  Look   to  n. y  lighteoufnets,    and   live; 

"  Comfort   and   peace  are   mine  to  give.] 
4   "Ye  fons    of  pride,    that    kindle  coals 

"With   your   own  hands,  to  warm   your   foals, 

"Walk  in  the   light  of  your 'Own  hre, 

"Enjoy  the  fparks  that  ye  deCre; 
£  "  This  is  your    portion  at   my   hands; 

"Hell    waits  you  with  her  iron  bands; 

"Ye   fhill    lie   down  in   forrow  there, 

"In   death,  and   darknefs,   and  defpatr." 

Hymn  155.      Common  Metre,     [bjj 
Ckrijl  cur  f  affeoer. 

1   T    O,    the  deftroying  an^el   flics 
i— '  To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn    laud  ! 
The  pride  and    flower  of  Egypt  dies 
By   his  vindictive  hand. 
s  He  pals'd  the  tents   of  Jacob  o'er, 
Nor  pourM  the  wrath  divine  ! 
He  law  the    biood    on  every  door, 
And  biels'd  the   peaceful   fi>;u. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb   rrrurr.  bleed, 

To  bieak   th'   Egyptian  yoke  : 

Thus  Iirael   is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  ' (capes  the  angel's   ilroke. 

4  Lord,   if  my   heart  were   fpripkled  too 

With    blood  fo  rich    as    thine, 
^uflice  no  longer  would  purlue 
This   guilty  foul  ot  mine. 
^  Jefus  our  paiTover  was  flan, 
And  ha^  at  o^ce  procurM 
freedom   from   Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging   fword. 

Hymn  156.     Common  Metre,     [bj 

pfffamption  and (Uf pair \  or.  Satan*s  various  temptation* 
l   T    HATE  rhe   tempter  and  his  charms; 
JL    1  ha>e   his  fl  utering  breath ; 
The  ferpent  tak^s  a    thoufand  forms 
To  chea-  o»r  fouls  to   death. 
£  He   fefds  our    hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Of   kills  with  flavifh  fear  ; 

c  extremes, 
'  r  defpaif. 
K  n  i 


438  Hymn  157,  158.  B.  H. 

3  N    ■,    he    perfuades,   "How  cafy  'tis 

"  io  walk  the  road  to  heaven," 
Anon    he  fwells  our  fins,    and   cries, 
"They  cannot   be   forgiven." 

4  [He  bids  young  finneis  "  yet  forbear 

"To  think   of  God,   or  death; 
"  For  prayer   and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,   "they  mujl  die, 

"And  'tis  too  late  to   pray; 
"In  vain  for  mercy  now  ilvy  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft    their  day."] 

6  Thus  he   fupports  his  cruel   throne 

By  mifchief  and    deceit, 
And   drags   the   ions  of  Adam  down 
To  daiknefs   and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty   God,  cut  fhort   his  power; 

Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 

Confine  him   down    to   hell. 

Hymn  157.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

The  fame. 

1  lVJOW  Satan    comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
i-^l    And  threatens  to   deftroy; 

He   worries  whom  he  can't   devour 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  fons  of  God,   oppofe  his  rage, 

Refift,  and  he'il  be  gone; 
Thus  did  our  deareft    Lord  engage, 

And  vanquifh  him    alcne. 
S  Now  he  appears  almoft   divine, 

Like   innocence   and   love ; 
But  the  old  fcrpent  lurks  within, 

When  he  aflumes   the  dove. 
4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 

Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly ; 
Our   parents  found   the    fnare   too  ftrong, 

Nor  mould   the    children  try. 

Hymn  J  58.     Long   Metre,     [b] 

Ftw  faved  ;   ory  the  aim  oft  C/iriJ}ia?i,  the  hypocrite' and 

apojlate. 
1  T>  ROAD  is  the  road   that  leads  to  death, 

-D  And  thoufands  walk  together  there; 

But  wifdom"  fhews  a  narrow  l*aih, 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 


B.  II.  Hymn  159, 160.  439 

2  "Deny  thyfelf,   and   take  ihy   crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  muft  count   her  gold   but  drofs, 
If  (he  would  gain  this   heavenly    land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,   that   tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of   God  no  more, 
Is  hut  efteem'd  almqji  a   faint, 

And   makes  his  own   deftru£iion   fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain; 
Create   my  heart  entirely    new; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er   attain, 
Which  falfe  apoftates  never   knew. 

Hymn  159.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

An  unconverted  ft aU  \  cr,  converting  grace. 

1  f^  REAT  King   of  glory,  and  of  grace, 
Vj  We   own  with  humble  fhame, 
How    vile  is  our  ^generate  race, 

And  our   firft  Earner's  name  ! 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The   poifon   reigns  within, 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's   good, 
And  willing  flaves   to   fin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And   then   reject,  thy   grace; 
Eugag'd   in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 
Againft   our  Maker's  face. J 

4  We   live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well  ; 
With  hafte  we  run  the  dangerous  road, 
That  leads  to   death  and   hell. 

5  And  can   fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 

Such   natures   made    divine  ? 
Let  finners  lee  ihy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel   this    power  of  thine. 

6  Wc  raile  our  Father's  name  on   high, 

Who  his   own   Spirit  fends 
To  bring  rebellious  grangers  .nigh, 
And   turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

Hymn  160.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

Cuflcmi  in  fin. 
I   T    ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the   wood 
JL<  Put  off  the   fpots   that  nature  gives  ; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives* 


440  Hymn  1 6 1 ,  1 62.  B.  II. 

2  As  well   might  Ethiopian   flaves 
Waft    out  the   darknefs   of  their  fkin; 
The  dead   as  well  may    leave    their  graves, 
As  old   tranlgreffors  ccafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held   its   empire   long, 
Twill   not  endure   the   leaft    rontiol  ; 
None  but  a  power   di'inely  ftrong 
Can   turn  the   current  of  the  foul, 

4  Great  God !  I  own  thy  power  divine. 
That   works   to  change  this   heart  of  mine;, 
I  would   be  form'd  anew,    and    blefs 

Thf    wond'  rs  of  creating  prace. 

Hymn  16*1.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Chriftian  virtues',  or,  the  difficulty  of  convcrjwn* 
1   CTRAIT  is  the  way,   the  door  is  ftrait, 
O  That  leads  to  joys  on   high  ; 
?Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  nmlake  and  die., 
s  Beloved  felf  muft  de  deny'd, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paflion  fupprels'd,  and  patience   try'd, 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

3  [Flefh   is  a  dangeious  foe   to   grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  j 
Flefh  muft  be  humbled,   pride   abas'd, 
Left,   they   deilroy  our   fouls.] 

4  The   love  of  gold  be  banifh'd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And   every   member,  every  fenfe, 

In  fweet  fubjcclion  lie. 
3  The  tongue,  that  mod  unruly  power, 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint.y 
"We  mud  be  watchful  every  hour, 

And   pi  ay,    but   never   famt. 
6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble,    belplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  talk  fo  hard!  * 
Thy  grace  muft  all   my  work  perform, 

And  give  the  fiee  reward. 


Hymn  162.     Common  Metre.     [aQ 
Meditation  of  heavm  ;  ort  the.  joys  of  faith. 
3  TV  yJY  thoughts,  furniount  thefe  lower  ikies, 

1VJL  And  look  within  the  veil; 

There   fprings  of  endlefs  pleadue  rife, 
The   warxis  never  fctil. 


B.  IL Hymn  163. 441 

2  There  I  behold,  with    Tweet   delight, 

The  blefied  Three   in  One; 
And   ftrong  affections  fix   my    fight 
On  God's   incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  (lands  forever  firm, 

H.s   grace  {hall    ne'er   depart  : 
He   binds  my  name  upon  his  aim, 
And  feals   it  on   his  heart. 

4  Ligh:  are  the   pains  that  nature  brings; 

How    fhort    cur   farrows  are, 
When  with  eternal  future   things 
The  prefent  we   compare  ! 

0  I  would  net  be  a  itranger   ftill 

To   that   celeftial  place, 
Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my    R-.deemet's    face. 

Hymn  163.     Common  Metre,    [b] 

Ccmplaint   of  dejeriion  and  temptation* 

1  "p\EAR  Lord,   behold  our  fore   diftrefs; 
xJ  Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  \ 

Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conquering  grace, 

And    let   thy   foes  be   fiain. 

£  [The  lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar, 

Affrights  thy   feeble   fheep  : 

Reveal    the  glory  of  thy  power, 

And  chain  him   to  the  deep. 

3  Muft  we   indulge  a   long   defpair  ? 

Shall  oar  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine    ear  ? 
Nor   tears  affeft   thine  eye  ?3 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a   Saviour's  blood; 
An  advocate  fo   near   the  throne, 
Pleads  and  prevails  with   God. 

5  He    brought   the  Spirit's  powerful  fwordj 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Oar  fins  {hall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain   oppofe. 

6  How  bour.dlefs  is   our  Father's   grace, 

In  height,  and   depth,    and   length  ! 
He   made  his   Son   our  righteoufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  our  flrength. 


412  Hymn  164,  165,  B.  IL 

Hymn  164.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

1  he  end  of  the  world, 

1  TA/^Y  fhould   this   earth    delight  us  fo  ? 

VV     Why  (bould  we   fix  our    eyes 
On   thefe   low  gtounds,    wheie    foirows  grow, 
And  every  pleafure   dies  r 

2  While  time  his  fharpeft   teeth  prepares 

Our    coruforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  laud  above  the   flars, 
And  joys  above   his  power. 

3  Nature  (hat]   he  difiolv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  mull   end    his  race, 
The   earth  and  Tea   forever  fly 

Before  my   Saviours  face 
£  When  will  that  glorious   morning   rife, 

When   the  laft  trumpet  found, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  fkies 

From  ut,H(  .  •  ica  h  tb  -  ground,? 

Hymn  165.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

JUrfruitfuknefst   ignorance,    and  unjanciijitd  ajedions^, 
X  T    ONG  have   I  fat  beneath  the   found 
-L*  Of  thy  falvation,   Lord ; 
But  (rill  how   weak  my   faith   is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  tny  word. 
2  Oft  I  frequent  thy   holy   place, 
And   hear   almoft   in    vain : 
How  fmall   a  portion   of  thy   grace 
My  memory   can  retain! 
$  [My   dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 
How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And   Netting*  of  thy   throne! J 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my   love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above! 
How  few   affections   there  !J 
$  Great  God  !  thy   fovcreign  power  impart, 
To  give  thy  word  fuccefs ! 
Write   thy  laivation  in  my  heart, 
And   make  me    learn  thy  grace. 
€  [Shew   my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That   leads   to  joys  on  high  ; 
There   knowledge   grows  without  decay# 
And   love  mall  never  die.J 


B,  II.  Hymn  166,  167. 

Hymn  166.      Common  Metre. 

Ik?   divine    itrj-di 

1  I_JOW  fhali   I   praife  th'  eternal   God  I 
JTa  That    Infinite    Unknown  ? 

Who  can   afcend   his  high  abode, 
Or  venrure   near    his  throne  ? 

2  [The  great   Invifible  !   lie  dwells 

Conceal'd    in  dazzling  light  ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 

The   Tec  rets  of  the  night. 
£  Thofe   waichful   eyes    that   never  deep, 

Survey  the   worid    around  ; 
His   wifdbm   is  a  boundless    d^ep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are   drown'd.] 

4  [S peak  we  of  ftrengrh  ?   His  arm  is  fcrong, 

To  lave,   or  to   defl-oy; 
Infinite   years   his  life  prolong, 
And  endJefs   is  his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  fhadow    of  a   change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees ; 
Finn  as  a   rock  his  truth  remains, 
I  o  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  [Sinneri  before  his   prefence  die; 

How  holy  is  his  name! 
His   anger  and   his  jealoufy 
Hum  iike  devouring    flame.) 

7  Juftice,  upon  a  dreadful    throne, 

.cams    the  rights  of  God; 
While   mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought   with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
3  Now  to  uiy  foul,  immortal   King, 
Sprak  fome    forgiving   word  ; 
Then   'twill  be  double  joy  to  ling 
The  plories  of  my    Lord. 

Hymn  1G7.     Long  Metre.     [*] 
The  divine 

1  /^  REAT  God!  thy   g'ories   (hall  employ 
V-T  My  hoy  fear,   my  humble  joy  ; 

My   lips,   in  longs  of  honour,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal    King. 

2  [Earth  and  the  flars,   and  worlds   unknown, 
Depend  precarious   on  his  throne ; 

All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 

And  grace  and  glory  awn  their  Lord. \ 


444 Hymn  168. B,  II. 

3  ["His  fovereign   power    what  mortal  knows? 
If  he   command,  who   dare  oppofe  ? 
With   ftrcngth  he   girds  himfelf  around, 
And    treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

4  ("Who  (hall  pretend   to  teach   hrm  (kill. 
Or  guide  the  counfels   of  his  will  ? 
His  wifdom,    like  a  Tea   divine, 

Flows  deep  and  high  beyond   our  line] 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns   with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fiieds 
His  fiery  vengeance   on   their  heads.] 

6  ("The   beamings  of  his   piercing  fight 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light ; 
Death  and  deftruftion  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncover'd   to  his  eye.] 

7  [Th'  eternal   law  before  him  (lands  ; 
His    juftice,  with  impartial   hands, 
Divides   to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  fceptre,   or  the  fword.] 

8  ["His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhcs  our   load  of  guilt  away, 
While  his  own   Son  came  down  and  d\\ 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our   fide. 3 

9  [Each  or  his  words  demands  my  faith, 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he   faith  ; 
His  truth  inviolably  keeps 

The   largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 
to  Oh,   tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice, 

"Thou   art  my  God,"  and  I'll   rejoice! 
FilPd   with    thy   love,   I   dare   proclaim 
The  brighteft  honours  of  thy   name. 

Hymn  168.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  Jame. 
i    TEHOVAH   reigns,  his  throne  is  high  ; 

J    His  robes  are   light  and  majefty; 

His  glory  (nines  with  beams  (o  bright, 

No   mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 
9  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 

His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law ; 

His   love  reveals    a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  fcal  the  grace. 
3  Through  all  his  works  his  wifdom   (bines 

And  baffles  Satai;'s  deep  defigns ; 


B,  II. Hymn  169. 441 

His  power  is  fovereign   to  fulfil 
The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will   this  glorious  Lord  d.-fcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let   my  fongs  with  angels1  join  ; 
Heaven  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine 

Hymn  169.    Hallelujah  Metre.    [*] 

The  fame. 

l  TPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
JL    His  throne   is   built   on  high  j 
The  garments  he   affumes 
Are  light  and  mnjefty  : 
His  glories   mine 
With  beams   fo  bright, 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  fight. 

£  The  thunders  of  his  hind 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe; 
His  wrath  and  juflice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy    law  ; 

And  where   his  love 

Re  fo  Ives  to   blefs, 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his   ancient  works 
Surprifing  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the   powers   of  hell, 
And   breaks   their  curs'd  defigus ; 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  ihajl  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  fovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Or.  glory  condefcend  ? 

And  will  he   write   his  name, 
"My  Father  and  my  Friend?" 

I  love   his   name, 

I  love  his  word  ; 

Join  all  ray  powers 

And   praife  the  Lord. 
o  « 


446 Hymn  170* K  If, 

Hymn   170.     Long  Metre.     [*1 

God  incomprthenJibU  and  Jovcrcign. 
l  (~/^AN    creatures  to  perfection  find 
V^  Tli'  eternaj,  uncreated  Mind  ? 
Or  can  the    largeft   {{retch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  fcarch    his  nature  out  r 
2,  'Tis   high   as   heaven,   'tis   deep  as  hell, 
And  what   can  mortals   know  or   tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads   beyond   the  fky, 
And  all  the   mining   worlds  on    hjgb. 

3  But  man,  vain  man  would  fain  be  wife  : 
Born   like   a   wild    young  colt,   he  flies 
Through  all   the  follies  of  his  mind, 
And  fmells  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind.] 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  power  unknown  ; 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne ; 
If  he  refolve,   who  dare   oppofe, 

Or   afk   him  why,  or  what  he    does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  j 
And  calms  the  tempefl  of  the  foul  : 
When  he  (huts   up  in   long  defpair, 

Who  can  remove  the  heavy   bar  ? 

6  He   frowns,   and   darknefs  veils  the  moor-* 
The   fainting   (un  grows  dim  at  noon  i 
The    pillars  of  heaven's   (tarry  roof 
Tremble  and  dart  at  his   reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heaven  its  form,. 
The   crooked  ferpent  and  the   worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  witlt  his   breath. 
And  Imites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  : 

But   who  fhall   dare   defcribe   his  face? 
Who   can   endure    his  light,  or   Hand 
To  hear  the  thundeis,  of  his  hand  ? 


.      OJ    THJ2    >ECOND    CCOSL. 


HYMNS 

.    ND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


BOOK  III. 

PREPARED 

FOB 

rHE    HOIY    ORDINANCE 

QF 

HE 

tOr.DS     SUPPER. 

Hymn   1.     Long  Metre,     [b] 

L 

1  T»\\  \ 


The  I  !.      1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c- 

TW    \>   on    thai  dark,  that   doleful   n?ght# 
rj  of  earth  and  hell  arofe 


Againtt  the   Son  of  God's  delis 

And  friends  becrayM  him  to  his  foes  ; 

*  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took   the    bread,  and   blefs'd,   and  brake  5 
Wba'.    love  through  all  his  actions  ran! 
What  wondrous   words  of  grace   he  fpake  ! 
.  3  "  This   is  my   body   broke  for  frn  ; 
"  Receive  and  eat  the    living   food  :" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and    biefs'd  the  wine  ; 
*"Tis  Ae   new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

.4  [For  us  his  fleih    with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the   fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn i 
And  juftice  pour'd   upon  his   head 
Its  heavy   vengeance  in  our  Head.] 

5  [For  us  his  vital    blood  was  fp9t, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  gui 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggett  &:?,. 
He  gave  his   foul  a  facHnce.] 

6  M  Do  this,"  he  cry'd,    li  till   time  fball  end, 
u  In  meraor)'  of  your  dying  Friend ; 

•4  Meet  at  my  table,    and  record 
41  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.? 

7  [Jefus!    thy  fealt.  we  celebrate. 

We  {hew  thy  death,  we  fmg   thy  name. 
Till  thou   return,  and    we  (hall  eat 
marriage  fupper  of  Ac  Lamb.} 


443 Hymn  2,  3. B.  III. 

Hymn  2.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

Qommunior,  with  Chrijl  and  withjaints.  l  Cor.  x.  i6,>  17. 

1  TESUS  invites  his   faints 

J    To  meet  around   his  board; 
Here  pardon'd   rebels  lit   and   hold 
Communion  with   iheir  Lord. 

2  For  food  he   gives  his  flefh  ; 
He  bids  us  drink   his   blood  : 

Amazing  favour  !    matchlefs  grace 
Of  our   descending  God  ! 

3  This  holy   bread  and  wine 
Maintain   our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living   Lord, 
And   intereft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father   calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one  ! 

We  the  young    children  of  his   lo.YA 
And   he  the  firft-born  Son. 

5  We  are   but  feverai   parts 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ! 

One  body   with  its   feverai  limbs, 
But  Je(us  is  the  head. 

6  Let   all  our  powers  be  join'd 
His  glorious   name  to  raife  ; 

Pleafure  and   love  fill   every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praile. 

Hymn  3.    Common  Metre.   [&] 

The  fiew  covenant  fealed. 

1  "HPHE  promife  or  my   Father's  love 

A     "  Shall   (land  forever  good  ;" 

He  faid— -and  gave   his  foul  to   death, 

And   feal'd    the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I   fet  my  worthlefs  name; 
I  feal  th1    engagement   to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my   humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  Arength,  and   pardoning  grace, 

And  glory   fhall  be  mine; 
My    life  and   foul,  my  heart  and  flefh, 
And  all  my   powers  are  thine. 

4  I  call    that   legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath ; 
*Twas  purchas'd   with   a  dying   groan, 
And  ratify 'd   in  death. 


BJJT. Hymn-4,  5. 449 

5  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  his  name, 
Who    blefs'd  us  in   his   will, 
And   to  his  teftament   of  love 
Made  his  own   lire  the  feal. 

Hymn  4.    Common  Metre.     [*] 

ChriiVs  d\in?  lorvt ;  or,  our  pardon  bought  at  a  dear  frksT 

1  T  TOW   condescending  and   how  kind 
XT1  Was   God's  eternal  Son ! 

Our  mifcry  reach'd  his  heavenly   mirvd", 
And  pi;y  brought  him  do 

2  [When  juftice,   by   our   fins   provoked, 

Drew   forth  its  dreadful   fwoid. 

He  pave   his  foul  up  to  tbe   ftroke, 

Without  a  murmiring  word.] 

3  [He  funk  beneath  our  heavy   woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his   hand   beflows^. 
But  coft  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  companion  like   a   God^ 

That  when  the  Saviour  k- 
The   price  of  pardon   was  his  blood, 
pity  ne/er   withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he   reigns  exalted  high, 

His   love  is  dill  as   great: 

remembers    Calvary; 
Nor  let  his   faints  forget. 

6  [Here  we  behold    his  bowels  roil 

As  kind  as  when  he  di 
And  fee  the   forrows  of  his  fou! 
Bleed   th  ongh   his   wounded  fide^ 

7  [Here   we    receive  repeated   feals 

Of  Jems'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is   tl  that  never  feels 

One  foit  affe&ion  move.] 
%  Here  let   cur  hearts  begin  to  melt* 
While  we   his  dea:h  record, 
Ar.d,  \s  ith  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 

Hymn  5.     Common  Metre.    [*]      '* 

-  i  of  life.     John  vi.  31,  35,  39.' 
1  T    ET  us  adore   th'  Eternal  Word, 
-«— '  'lis  h     o;;r  fouls  hath  fed: 

Oream,  O  ^ord, 
Jxjq   th'  immortal  bread. 
O02 


450 Hymn  6. B.  III. 

C  [The  manna   came  }':om    lower  fides, 
Rut  Jefus   from   above; 
Where  the  frclh  fprings  of  plcafure  rife, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft, 

Who  ate  that  heavenly  bread; 

But  thefc  provilions  which  we  tafte, 

Can  raife  us  from   the  dead.] 

4  Blefs'd  be   the  Lord,   who  gives  his  flc fn 

To  nourifh  dying  men, 
And   ofVn  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
Lett   we  mould  faint   again. 

5  Our  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heavenly  breath, 

Whiift  Jefus  finds  fupplies ; 
Nor  fhall  our  graces  fink  to  death, 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 
G  Daily  our  mortal  flefh   decays, 

But  Chrilt,  our  life,  fhall    come  ; 
His  unrefifted  power  fhall    raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb. J 

Hymn  G.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

The  memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord.      John  xvi.   i5. 
Luke   xxii.  19.     John  xiv.  3. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him    not; 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  re  frefh   our  minds,  he   gave 
Thefc   kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The    Lord    of  Life  this  table  fpread 
With  his   own  flefh  and   dying  blood ; 
We  on  the  rich   provifion  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine,   and  blcfs  our  Cod. 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow   lefs   in  our  eileem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill   every    thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be   hx'd  on  him. 

5  Whiift  he  is  abfent   from   our  fight, 
'lis   10  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That   we  may  dwell   in  heavenly   light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

6  [Oar  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills, 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fhall  come  : 


B.  III.  Hymn  7,  8. 4JI 

We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch   our  riti   home.] 

Hymn  7.     Common  Metre,     [b] 

Crucijixicn  to  the  world  by  thecrofsofChriJl.  Gai.  vi.  14. 

l  \jt7HEN    I  lurvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
VV     On   which  the  Prince  of  Glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  I   count  but  lofs, 
And   pour  contempt  on  all   my  pride. 

-2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  fhouid  boaft, 
Save  in   the  death   of  Chrifl,  my    God  : 
All   the   vain   things   that  charm   me  moil, 
I  facrifice  them   to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  min^kd   down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch   love   and   forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns   compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then   am  I  dead   to  all  the   g'obe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.l 

5  Were  the   whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall  : 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,   my  all  ! 

Hymn  S.      Common  Metre,     [*] 

The  tree  of  life. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  join   a  joyful   tune 
V^  To  our  exalted  Lord, 

Ye  faints  on  high,   around   his  throne, 
And  we  around   his   board. 

2  While  once  upon   this  lower  ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refremment  here  ye   found 
From  this  immortal  food  S 

3  The    tree  of  life,   that  near  the  throne 

In  heaven's   high    garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever-fmiling  boughs. 

4  [Hoveling  among  the  leaves,  there  (lands 

The  fweet  celeftial  Dove; 
And  Jefus  on   the   branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 
1  is  a  young  heaven  trf  ftnmge  delight, 
we  fit; 


452 Hymn  9. B.  I1L 

His  Fruit  is  plcafing  to  the  fi^ht, 
And  to   the   lafle  a>  Tweet. 
6  New   life   it   fprcads  through  dying  hearts, 
And    cheers  the  drooping  mind; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  a   fling  behind.] 
'/  Now   let  the  Banning   weapon   (land, 
And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 
There's  ne'er  a    nlant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 
r8  Infinite  grace  oiu    fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  fovercign  power 
To  raife  and  heal    the   dead. 


Hymn  9.     Short  Metre.      O] 

Tke  Spirit ,  the  water ,  and  the  blood*     l  John    v:  6- 
a        [    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
JLrf  To   praife   our  God  on   high, 
Who  from   his  bofom  fent  Jits  Son, 
To  fetch  us  flrangers  nigh. 
e      Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  ling  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Jefus,  th'  ambafTadoT  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 
3      It   coft  him   Cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God; 
Great   was  the   debt,    and  he  appears 
To  make  our  payment  good. 
\      fMy  Saviour's    pierced  tide 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood; 
By  water  we  are  puiify'd, 
And  pardon'd    by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  gmlt, 

But  he,  our  Pried,  atonrs ;  • 

On  the  cold  ground   his  life  was   fpilr, 
Ana*  offer'd   with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,    to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defer r, 

And  humbly  view  the   living  Urcam 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There,  on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he   Ires, 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplics. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  wasr,  and  by.  blood; 


B.  HI.  Hymn  iO,  11.  453 

And  when   the  Spirit   1  peaks  the  fame 

We  feel  his  ^itrefs  good. 
9       While   the  Eternal  Three 

Bear  their    record  above, 
Here  I  believe   he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  feal  my   Saviour's   love. 
:o     [Lord,    clean fe    my   foul   from  fin, 

Nor    let  thy   grace  depart  : 
Great   Comforter,   abide    within, 

And  wimefs  to  my   heart.] 

Hymn  10.      Long  Metre-      [*] 

Chnji  crucified,  iht  Qh/dom  a+d  power  of  God, 
i  XTAiUkE  with  ppen  volume  (lands, 

JL^I    To  fpread   her  Maker's  rraife  abroad ; 

And  every   labour  of  his  hands 

Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God. 
£  But  in   the  grace  that  refcu'd   man 

His  brighteft  form  of  glory  mines; 

Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 

In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 

3  [Here   his  whole  name  appears  complete; 
Nor  wit   c^n   guefs,    nor  reafon  prove, 

Which  of  the  letters  beft  is  writ, 
The  power,  the  wifdom,  or  the   love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace   and  vengeance  ftrangely  join  ; 
Piercing    his  Son   with   fharpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine. 

£  Oh,  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God   the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  noble fl  life  my  fpirit  draws 
From   his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 

8  1  would  forever  fpeak   his  name, 
In   founds  to  mortal  ears   unknown, 
With  angels  join    to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And   worfhip  at  his   Father's  throne. 

Hymn  11.     Common  Metre.     [*Q 

Pardon  brought  to  our  J'enfes. 
i  T    ORD,   how  divine  thy  comforts  are  1 
A-*  How   heavenly   is   the  place, 
Where  Jefus  fpreuds  the   facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
2  There   the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  fweeteft  glories  fhine  ; 


454 Hymn  1  2. B.  Ill, 

There  Jeius   lays  that   "  i   am   his, 
"And  my   Beloved's  mine." 

3  "Here,"  fays  the  kind  redeeming   Lor3, 

And  fhrws  his  wounded  fide, 
il  See  here  ihe    fprirg   of  all  your  joyn 
"That  open'd  when    I  dy'd  !" 

4  [He   {miles,  end  cheers  my  mournful   heart, 

And  tells   of  all    his   pain  : 
"All   this,"  he   iays,    "I  bore  for  thee," 

And  then  he  (miles  again.] 
£  What  (hall  we  pay  our  heavenly  King 

For  grace  fo  vafl  as    this ! 
He  brings  our  pardon  to   our  eyes, 

And  feals   it  with  a   kifs. 
6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favouis  are  beyond  degrees, 

And  worthy  of  a  God.] 
;    [To  Him  who  wamM  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlafting  praife  ; 
Salvation,   honour,  glory,  power, 

Eternal  ns  his  dnvs.l 

Hymn  12.     Long  Metre.     Oj 

The  gofpel  feafl.     l.uke  xiv.  16,  &c. 

j  [T  TOW  rich   are  thy  provilions,  Lord  ! 

XJL  Thy  table  furnim'd  from  above ! 

The  fruits  of  life  o'erlpread  the  board, 

The  eup  o'erfiows  with  heavenly   love. 

2  Thine   ancient   family,   the  Jews, 
Were  firft   invited  to  the    feaft  : 
We   humbly  take  whaj:  they  tefufe, 
And   Gentiles  thy   falvation   tafte. 

3  We  are   the   poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  ; 
And  help  was  far,  and   death  was  riigh  ! 
But  at  the  gofpel   call  we  came, 

And  every  want  rcceiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the    highway  that   lesds  to  hell, 
From    paths  of  darkneis  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad   to    enjoy  thy  prefence   here.] 

£  What   (hall    we  pay  th'   E'emai  Son, 
That  left  the   heaven  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched   earth  came   down, 
To  bring  us,  wanderers,  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  coft  him  death   to   faves  our  lives; 
To  buy  our  fouls  it  cod  his  own; 


B.  lit  Hymn  13,  14. 455 

And  all  the   unknown    joya  he    gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies   unknown.* 
7  Our  ever.'aW.ng  love     s  due 

To  Him    who  ranfom' '   (inner*    loft; 
And  piryM   rebels,    when   he  knew 
T^e  vafl  ^(\ . 

Hymn  13.     Common  Metre.     [>] 

Divine  love  making  a  Jtajl.  and  calling  in  tin  guefls. 

Luke   xiv.    17,    :2.  93. 
1   TTOW  (Wtet  and  awful  is  :he  place, 
L\  With   Chrift  within   the  doors, 
While  everlafring   love  difplays 
The  choiceft  of  her  ftores  f 
.2  Here  every  bowei  of  our  God 
With  foft  companion   rolls; 
Here  peace  and   pardon,    bought  with  blood, 
Is  food    for  dying   fculs. 

3  While  all   our  hearts,   and  all  our  fongs, 

Join  to  admire  the   fen  ft, 
Each   of  us   cry,   with   thankful  tongues, 
44  Lord,  why   was   I  a  gueft  ? 

4  u  Why  was  I   made   to  hear  thy  voice, 

44  And  enter   while  there's  room, 
*;  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched   choice^ 
41  And   rather  ftarve  than   come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the   fame    love  that   fpread  the  feaft, 

That  fweetly  fore'd   us  in; 
Elfc   we   had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafle, 
And  perifh'd   in  our  fin. 

6  [Pity  the   nations,  O  cur   God  ; 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come; 
Send  thy   victorious  word  abroad. 
And  bring   the   ft  rangers  home. 

7  We   long  to  fee  thy  churches   Full, 

That  ail    the  choien  race 
May  with  one  voice  and  heart  and  foul 
Sing;  thy  redeeming   grace. 1 

Hymn  14.     Long  Metre.      [*] 

The  fing   of  Simeon ;    Luke    ii.   28;   ort    a  fight    of 
Lkrijl  mi 

1  "\TOW  have  our  hearts  embraced   our  God, 
XAl    We  would   forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wiih  to  die  as  Simeon  would, 

Wuh   his  young    Saviour   in  bis  arms. 

2  Our  lips   mould  learn  that  joyful  tong, 
Were  but  cur  hearts  preuar'd  like  hi*  2 


456 Hymn  IS. B.  III. 

11  Our  fouls  ftill    waiting   to  be  gone, 
"And    at  thy  word  depart   in  peace. 

3  "Here  we    have  fcen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
"And   view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
"  Tailed  and   felt  the  living  Word, 
"The   bread  descending  from   the  fkies. 

4  "Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
"Haft  fet   his  blood   before  our  face, 
"To  teach   the   terrors   of  thy  name, 

"  And  (hew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  "  He  is  our    light ;   our  morning-ftar 

"  Shall   mine  on  nations  yet  unknown ; 

"  The  glory  of  thine  Ifrael  here, 

"  And  joy   of  fpirits  near  thy  throne." 

Hymn  15.     Common  Metre.     [*] 

Our  Lord  Jefus  at  kis  own  table* 
t  HPHE  memory  of  our  dying  Lord 
A     Awakes  a   thankful  tongue  ; 
How  rich   he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And   blefs'd  the  food,  and  fun^  ! 

2  Happy  the   men   that  eat  this   bread, 

But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 
Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd   it,    Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  iaith   the  fame  delights  we  tafle 

As  that  great  favourite  did, 
And  fit,  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heavenly  bread. 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies, 

Hither  the  King  defcends  ! 
"  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries, 
"  And   drink   falvation,   friends. 

5  "  My   flefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains : 
"  And  the  red  flrcams  of  pardon  flow 
"  From   thefe  my  pierced  veins.'* 

6  Holanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With   nobler  bleflings  too. 

7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

That  brings   our   fouls  to  reft  I 
Then  we  fliall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heavenly  feaft.] 


B.  III.  Hymn  16,  17.  457 

Hymn  16.      Common  Metre*   [*] 

The  agonits  of  Ckrijl. 
j  "^fOW  let   our  pains   be    all   forgot, 
lN    Oi'.r   hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Oar    fuflerings  are  not  worth  a    thought, 
Lord,  when  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  : 

Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  then  our  giiefs   remove. 

3  [Our  humble  fairh   he?e  takes  her  rife, 

ilc    fitting  round  his   ooard; 
And  back  to  Calvary   fhe  flies, 
To   view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,   what  agonies   it  felt 

When  his   own   God  withdrew, 
And   the  large  load  of  all  our  g 
Lay  heavy    on  him    too  1 

5  But    the  Divinity   within 

Supported  him  to  bear  ; 
Dying,  he  conquerM  hell    and   fi 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wor.riers  of  that   day  : 
No   mortal   tongue,    nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our   hymns  fhould   found  like  thofe   above 

Could    we  our  voices   raife  ; 
Yet,   Lord,  our  hearts    (hall  all   be   love, 
And   all  our  lives  be  praife. 

Hymn  17.     Short  Metre.     [*] 

m} arable.   food\    or,   tht  flip: 
2       "W/^   ^no    tn'  amazing   deeds 

V  V     That  grace   divine   performs  ; 
Th'  eternal  God  comes   down  and  bleeds, 
To  nourifh  dying  worms. 
2       This  foul-'  ine, 

Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 

thank  that   facred  flefh  of  thine 
For  this  immortal  food. 
5      The  banquet   that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heavenly    things  ; 
F,arth  hath  ■  no  dainties  half  fo  1\ 
As  our  Redeemer  brings, 
p  p 


458 Hymn  18. B.  III. 

4  In  vain   had    Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd   his  garden  round, 

For  there  was  no  fuch  bleffcd  fruit 

In  all  that  happy  ground. 
Q       Th1  angelic   hod  above 

Can  never  fade  this  food  ; 
They   fcaft  upon  their  Maker's    love, 

But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th*  Almighty  Lord 
Beflows   this  match  !ef?  grace  ; 

And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 
With  pleafure  in  his   face. 

7  Come,    all  ye  drooping  faints, 
And  banquet  with  the  King; 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
And  tunc  your  voice  to  fing. 

8  Salvation   to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  : 

Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
His  glory   in  the  high'fl. 

Hymn  18.    Long  Metre.      [«c] 

The  fame. 
i    TESUS!    wc  bow  before  thy  feet! 
%j    Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ! 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
'Tis   living  bread-^we  thank   thee,  Lord  ! 

2  And  here   we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood ; 
We   thank  thee,  Lord  !    'tis  generous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love  ;    the  fountain   flow'd 
From   that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine* 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flefh  is  heavenly   food  ; 
In  vain  wc  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4.  Carnal  provifions  can  at  bed 

But  cheer  the  heart,   or  warm  the  head  ; 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the   dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  Mafter  of  the  feafl ; 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs! 

To  God  the   King,  and  Goct  the    Prieft, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 


B.  TIL  Hymn  19,20, 459 

Hymn  19.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

Glory  in  the  crofs;   ar%  not  ajhamed  of  Ch*ijl  cruet 
l     AT  thy  command,  cur   dcareft  Lord, 
A  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feafr  : 
Thy  blood,   like    wine,  adorn*  thy  boarrj, 
And  thine  own  flefh  feds   every  gueft. 
£  Oar  fai'h  adorej  thy  bleeding   love. 
And   truRs  for   life  in  one  that  dy'd  : 
We  hope   for  heavenly  crowns  b. 
From  a   Redeemer  crucifVJ. 

3  Let  the  .vain  wot  Id  pronounce  it  lhame, 
And  fling  their  frandals  on  thy  caufe; 
We  came  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And   make  our  triumphs  in  the  croL. 

4  With  joy  we  tell   the  (cofiog  ?ge. 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb; 
He  lives  above   their  uimnft   re. 
And  we  are    waiting  till  he  come. 

— — —  ■  ■  ■  -   •%' 

Hymn  20.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

The  provifions  for  the  table  of  our  Lord ;    or,  the  tret  (f 

life,  and  rim  r  of  love. 
I   T    ORD,  we  adore   thy  bounteous  hand, 
•^  And  fing  the   folemn  feaft. 
Where  fweet   celeflial  da;ruies  iland 
For  every  willing  gucft. 
c  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 
i  rich   immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the   j-ada^e  to'i. 

3  The  cup  Uands  crown'd  with   living  juice? 

The    fountain  flows  abo\;e, 
And  runs  down  dreaming,  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepaid  by  heavenly  act ; 

The  pleasure's   well   refin'd  ; 
They  fpread  new   life  through  every  heajrt, 
And   cheer  the  drooping  ramd. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim   the   Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints,  that  taPre    his  wine  ; 
Join  with  roar  kindred   faints  above, 
In  loud  nofannas  join. 

6  A    thoufand  glories  to  the   God 

Who  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ! 
Hofanna  !    let  it  found  abroad, 
An^i  reach  where  Jdiw 


460 Hymn  21. B.  Hf. 

Hymn  21.     Common  Metre.    [*] 

The  triumphal  fcajl  for  Chri/l's  viftory  over  Jin,  and 

deaths  and  hell, 
i  [/"^OME,   let  us   lift  our  voices  high, 
v»y   High  as  our  joys  aiife  ; 
And  join  the   fongs  above  the  iky, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

2  Jefus,   the   God,  who    fought  and  bled, 

And  conquer'd  when  he   fell ; 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his   chariot   wheels 
DraggM  all  the  powers  of  hell  : 

3  Jefus,  tne  God,   invites  us  here, 

To  this    triumphal  feaft, 
And   brings  immortal   bleflings   down 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.j 

4  The  Lord  !    how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

How  kind   his   fmiles  appear  ! 
And,   oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To   every  humble   ear! 

5  u  For  you,   the  children  of  my   love, 

11  It   was  for  you  I   dy'd : 
*•  Behold   my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
"And  look  into  my  fide. 

6  "Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

"The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
u  W  hen  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
"  From   mifery  and   chains. 

7  "[Juftice  uniheath'd   its  fiery   fword, 

"And  plung'd  it  in   my  heart; 
"  Infinite   pangs  for  you  1  bore, 
"  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 

8  "When  hell,  and   all  its  fpiteful  powers, 

"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
"  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  youi's, 
"I  gave  my  own   away. 

9  "  But  while  1  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd, 

"  I  ruin'd  Satan's   throne  j 
"  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,   and   fpyM 
"  The  monfter   tumbling   down. 

10  "  Now  you   muft  triumph  at  my  feall, 

"  And  talk  my  flefli,  my    blood  ; 
"  And  live  eternal   ages  blefs'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food." 


B.  III.  Hymn  22, 2,3.  461 

Ml  Victorious  God!    what  can  we  pay 
For  favours   fo  divine  ? 
We   would   devote  our  hearts  21 
To  be  fore  vex*  tb 
12  We   give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft   praiJ£, 
The  tribute  of  our   tongues ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  our  nobieft   fongs. 
1       "  »t 

Hymn  22.     Long  Metre.     [&] 

The  companion  of  a  dying  Cnrj,t, 
l  f^\^TR  Spirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  : 
V-/  O  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  drains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  toes ! 
fi  Was  ever  equal    pity  found  ? 

The  prince  of  Heaven  refigns  his  breath  |* 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death ! 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's   laws  ; 

He   from  the  threatening  fet  us  free,  I 

Bore   the  full   vengeance  on  his   crofs, 
Ar.d   nail'd   the  curfcs  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The   law  proclaims    no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  : 
From  all   his  wounds  new   b 'filings  floWp 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a    fhore. 

£  Here  we  have  wafu'd  our  deepeft  ftains, 

And  heaPd    our  wounds  with   heavenly  blood-: 

Blefs'd  fountain  !    fpringing  from  the 

Of  Jefus,   our  incarnate   God.  j 
6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  drive 

To  fpeak  companion    fo  divine  ; 

Had  we  a  thoufand   lives  to  give, 

A  thoufand  lives  (hould   ill  be  tj 

Hymn  23.     Common  Metre*     [*] 

Grace  and  glory  by  the  diath  of  Cir 
-A  [CITTING   around  our  Father's   board, 
O  We  raife  our  tuneful   breath  j 
Our  faith   beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins   to   death. j 
£  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  (bed,- 
Whence  ^11  our  pari 

n  9/  ^ 


462  Hymn  24, 25.  B.  Iff, 


The  finner  views   th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy   fhameful  crofs, 

Procure   us  heavenly  crowns  : 
Our  higheft  gain  fprings   from   thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing,  from    thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !    'tis  impoflible   tJiat  we, 

Who  dwell   in  feeble   clay, 
Should  equal  fufFerings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks   repay. 

Hymn  24.    Common  Metre*   [*] 

Pardon  and  Ji  rength  from  Ch  rijl . 
i  TjVATHER,  we  wait  to  feel   thy  grace, 
JL    To  fee  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make   the  feaft   divine. 

2  We  touch,  we  tafte   the  heavenly  bread  } 

We  drink   the   faered   cup : 
Wuh  outward  forms  our   fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fhall   appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drcfs'd  in   the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We   fhall   be  ftrong  to  run  the   race, 

And  climb  the   upper  fky, 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a   large  fupply. 

5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  memory  of  his  name 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte. 

Hymn  25.     Common  Metre.   [#] 

Divine  glories  and  grace, 
I   TTOW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  ; 
Xi.   Great  God,  how  bright  they  (hine  ; 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine  1 
a  Her*  thy  revenging  juftice  (lands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  ipreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jelus  on  the  crofs. 


B.  HI. Hymn  26. 463 

3  Thy   fjirits  attend,  with  every  grace, 

On  this  great  facrifice; 
And   love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  eyes. 

4  Our   hope   in   waiting  pofture  fit?; 

To  heaven  di reels    her  fight  ; 
Here  every  wanner  p.:uien  meets, 

And  warmer  powers  unite. 
j  Zeal    and   revenge  perform    their  part, 

And  riGng  fin  deftroy ; 
Repentance  comes   with   aching  heart, 

Yet  not  forbids   the  joy. 

5  Dear  Sa\iour,   change  our  faith  to  fight; 

Let  fin  forever 
Then  (hall  our  fouls  he   all  del'ght, 
And  ever}-  tear  be   dry. 

I  CANNOT  pa  fall  period  to  these  divine  RrVMWj 

I  hare  addressed  a  ipecial  SONg  O?  GLORY  to  God  trie  Father,  tfe 
and  the  Holy  Spirit-     Though  the  Latin  fi3me  of  it,  Gloria  ?u:ri,  be  retained 
10  the  English  nation   from  the  Roman  church  ;  and  though    .1. ere   .nay  bo 
come  excesses  of  superstitious  fa 

wrought  some  unhappy  prejudices  in  weaker  Christians,  yet  I  believe  i.  still  to 
be  one  of  the  noblest  parts  of  Christian  worship  :  it  is  the  doe- 

trine  of  r.ich  is  that  peculiar  g!cr\ 

.Lord  Jesus  Christ  has  so  clearly  revealed  unto  El 

Christianity.     The  action  is  praise,  which  is    . .  t  complete  and 

exalted  parts  •  .  I   have  cast  the  song  into  a  w 

forms,  and  have  fitted  it  by  a  plain  version,  or  a  larger  paraphrase,  to  be  sung 
either  alone,  or  at  the  conclusion  of  another  Hymn.     I  have  also  added  a  few 
Hosannas,  or  ascriptions  of  salvation  to  Christ,  in  the  s^rr^r  manner, 
r  tie  same  end. 


DOXOLOG1E3. 

Hymn  26.    Firft  Long  Metre.     [*] 

A  Jong  of  praifc  to  the  cut  unity,  God 

the  Father,  Son  and  Spirit. 

i  T>  LESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
JD    I  o  whofe  celeftial   fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy   above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  beL    . 

£  Glory   to  thee,  great  Son  cf  God! 
From  whofe  dear  wound*  d  body  rolls 
A  precious  flream  of  vital  blood, 
PatoOD  and  life  for  dying  foals. 


464-  Hymn  27,  28.  B.  HI. 

3  We  give   thee,   (acred  Spirit,   praife, 
Who  in  our   hearts  of  fin  and  wo, 
Mak'ft   living  fpring*  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlcls  glory  flow. 

4  Thus   God  the  Father,   God  the  Son, 
And  God  the   Spirit,   we   adore, 
Thai  fea  of  life  and   love  unknown, 
Without   a    bottom  or   a  more. 

Hymn  27.     Firft  Common  Metre.    [*] 

1  /""*  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
VJX  Who   from   our   (infill  race 
Chofe  out  his  favourites,  to   proclaim 

The  honours  of  his  giace. 
fe  Glory  to  God  the  Son  he   paid, 
Who   dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From   whofc  almighty  power 
Our   fouls  their  heavenly  birth  derivf, 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

Th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

Hymn  28.     Firft  Short  IV^ctre.     [>] 

2  T    ET  God  the   Father   live 
.1— *  Forever  on  our  tongues : 

Sinners  from   his  firft  love   derive 
The  ground  of  all  their   longs. 

2  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In   honour   to  the   Son, 

Who  bought  your  fouls  from   hell  and  ^eat'r^ 
By  offering  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit   praife 
Of  an   immortal  {train, 

Whofe  light,    and  power,   and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 
£      While  God  the  Comforter 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  lin, 
O  may  the    blood  and  water  bo^r 
The  fame  record  within. ! 


B.  HI.  Hymn  29—33.  46: 

5      To  the  great  One  in  Three, 

That  feals   this  grace  in   heaven, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,   be 
Eternal  glory   given. 

j- 1 1' — - 

Hymn  29.    Second  Long  IVfetre.     [*]  " 

1  f^  LORY  to  God   the  Trinity, 

VJ  Whole  name  has  myfteries  unknown.; 
In  eflence  One,  in  perfon  Three ; 
A  focidl  nature,  yet  alone. 

2  When  all  our  nobler!  powers  are  joinM 
The   honours  of  thy  name  to  raife, 
Thy   glories  over-match  our  mind. 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 


JHymn  30.     Second  Common  Metre.     [*] 

i  HPflE  God  of  mercy  be   aaor'd, 
A     Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redee II ikg  word, 
And   new-creating  breath. 
2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all   divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and   Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and   angels  join. 

Hymn  31.     Second  Short  Metre.    (XJ 

1       T    ET  God  the  Maker's  name 
-L-i  Have  honour,    love  and  fear; 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 
•      Father  of  Lights  above, 
Thy  mercy    we  adore, 
The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love, 
And   Spirit  of  thy  power. 

Hymn  32.     Third  Long  Metre.     [*] 

T^O  God    the   Father,    God    the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,   praife  and  glory  given, 
By  all   on  earth,  and   all  in   heaven. 


A 


Hymn  33.      Or  thus.     [*] 

LL  glory  to   ihy  wssM.cirous   name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  : 


466  Hymn  34 — 38.  B.  Ill, 

Thus  we  exait   the  Lwd,  the   Lamb, 
And   thus  we   praife  the  heavenly   Dove. 

jHymn  34.     Third  Common  Metre.     [*} 

^^  OW  let  the  Father,   and  the  Son, 
V    And   Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Whose  there  are  works  to  make  him   known, 
Or  faints   to  love  the   Lord. 

Hymn  35.      Or  thus  :      \Jf\ 

HONOUR  to  the  Almighty  Three, 
And  everlasting   One; 
AH  glory   to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit,  rind  the  8on. 

Hymn  36.    Third  Short  Metre,     [*1 

YE  angels  round  the   throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell   below, 
Worjhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And    blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

Hymn  37.     Or  thus  :     [*] 

GIVE  to  the   Father   praife  ; 
Give  glory  to   the  Son  ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

Hymn  38.     Hallelujah  Metre.      [*] 

A  Jong   of  praife  to  the   blejje.d  TRINITY. 

1  T  GIVE  immortal   praife 

X  To  God   the  Father's  love, 

For  all  my   comforts  here* 

And  better  hopes  above. 
He  fent  his  own  To  die  for  fins 

Eternal  Son,  That    man  had   donc% 

2  To  God   the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

F^om  everlafting  wo; 
And  now  he  lives,  And  fees  the   fruit 

And  now  he  reigns,  Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  woifbip  give, 
Whole   new-creating   power 
jv^ikts  the  dead  finuei  live  ; 


B.  III.  Hymn  39—41,  467 

His   work   completes  And   fills  the  loui 

The  great  defign,  With  joy  divinc,- 

$  Almighty  God,  fo   thee 

Be  endlefs  honours  dona, 

The   undivided   Three, 

And  the  mv  flerious  One  : 
Where  reafon  tails,  There  flith   pre 

With   all  hrr  powers,  And    love  adores. 

Hymn  39.    Hallelujah  Metre.    [*] 

1  r  I  sO   Him  who  chofe  us   firft, 

X     Before   the  world   began  ; 

To  Him  who  bore   the   curie 

To   fave  rebellious  man  ; 
T)o  Him  who  forra'd  Is  endlefs    praife 

Our  hearts   anew,  And  glory   due. 

2  The  Father's  love   fnall  run 
Through  our  immortal  longs ; 
We  bring  to  God  the   Son 
Horannas  on  our  tongues  : 

Our  lips  addrefs  With  equal   praife, 

The  Spirit's   name         And  zeal  the  fame* 

3  Let  every  faint  above, 

And  ange's  round  the   throne, 

Forever  blefs  and   love 

The  facred   Three  in  One. 
Thus  heaven  fhall  raife        When  earth  and  time 
His  honours  .iiigh^  Grow   old   and  die. 

Hymn  40.     Hallelujah  Metre.     [&] 

TO  God   the   Father's   throne 
Perpetual   honours  raife ; 
Glory  to  God   the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And  while  our  lips  Our   faith  adores 

Their  tribute  bring  The  name  we  iing* 

-Hymn  4!.     Or  thus  :     [*] 

TO   our  eternal    God, 
The   Father,  and    the   Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
Three   mytteries  in  orie, 
Salvation,  power,  By  all  on  earthy 

And  pia»fe  be  given,         And  <*!>   in   heavfn* 


463  Hymn  42 — 4$.  B,  HE. 

The  HOSANNA;  or,  Salvation  as- 
cribed to  Christ. 
Hymn  42.     Long  Metre.     [*] 

i  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  king   David'i  Son, 
XTL   Who  reigns  on  a  fupeiior  throne  : 
We  bJefl   the    Prince  of  heavenly  birth, 
Who  brings  fa  1  vat  ion   down  to  earth. 

*?   Let  every  nation,  every  age, 
In   this   delightful   work  engage  ; 
Old   men   and   babes   in    Zion  fing 
The  grow;ng  glories  of  her  King. 

Hymn  43.     Common  Metre.*    [»] 

3  T]  OS  ANNA  to  the  Prince  or  Grace  : 
in.  Zion,   behold    thy  King; 
Proclaim  the   Son  of  David's  race, 
And  teach    the   babes  to   fing. 
2  Hofanna  to  th'   incarnate   Word, 
Who  from  the   Father  came ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 

With  blefTings  on  bis  name. 

Hymn  44.      Short  Metre.     [*] 
i       TJ  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Son 
fl  OF  David,  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
And  bought  it   with  his  blood. 
2       To  Chrift   th*  anointed   King 
Be  endlefs  bleffings  given  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory   fing, 
Who  made   our  peace   with  Heaven. 

Hymn  45.     Hallelujah  Metre.     [>] 
i  TTOSANNA  to  the  King 

Xi    OF  David's  ancient  blood ; 

Behold   he  comes  to  bring 

Forgiving  grace  from  God  : 
Let  old  and  young  And  at   his  feet 

Attend   his  way,  Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory   to   God  on  high; 

Salvation  to  the  Lamb ; 

Let  earth,  and   fea,    and  fky, 

His  wondrous  love  proclaim  : 
Upon  his  head  And  ever}'  age 

Shall  honour^  reft,     Pronounce  him  blefs'e, 

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